Penn Avenue Surprise

I think I might have the baby in the middle of Penn Avenue. 

Gone are the days when she was sitting so high and fighting my stomach for room so I could barely take a drink of water without it coming back up on me.  No, she seems to have found the exit, and at inopportune times tries to settle in more, or maybe get a view of the outside world.  I keep telling her that portal doesn't open yet- it's not like on Amtrak when you flush the toilet and you can see it empty on the tracks (maybe it only does that in New Jersey?).

Inopportune times and places? Yes. Target, standing up after a voice therapy session with a patient right in front of me, walking up stairs, walking down stairs, walking on the treadmill, walking. Crossing the street the other day I literally stopped moving right in the middle of Penn Ave in East Liberty because I was sure I was either going to pee my pants, or drop a baby onto the pavement.  I tried to make it look cool- but I'm not sure how to kill time in the middle of the road and look cool. I looked around like maybe I forgot something back on the other side, hoping the pressure would stop, or she would move, and when that failed I tried to inconspicuously hoist my gut up to relieve some of the pressure, and continue to the other side. I made it successfully, in case you were wondering.

I'm thinking I was a bit over-zealous with the squats and hip openers in yoga.  Not only did the instructor praise me today and tell me I will likely have a "beautiful delivery" (she's probably not picturing Penn Avenue), but I think maybe I've given Papoose the wrong idea and allowed her to settle into position a bit too early.  My little outie belly button is even starting to face south. We still have 6-8 weeks to go, and we just started Lamaze class, so I need her to stay put for a little while longer.