Spin those babies round and round. . .

We must be getting close to that last trimester now. My belly gets bigger and the daily kicks and punches from deep within me remind me that there really is a little person in there. I am so exited to see the baby.

Today I was happy to finally discover this website. www.spinningbabies.com. Having gone through two posterior births I am willing to do it again but it sure would be great to to this baby in a better position. I wish someone had told me with my first baby how important fetal positioning is. Of course I was lucky both times to have really patient midwives. I am really sure Zita would have been one of those Cesareans for "failure to progress," had I not had Karen who even spent the night on the couch with my mom when my contractions almost stopped. But enough on labor.

When not attempting to "omptimally positon my fetus" I am very busy these days on the house. We are thinking of trying to sell it this month but if things don't work out quickly we will have to stay here at least thru the winter if not longer. This is hard as that nesting instinct is getting stronger every day but at least if we don't move I try to console myself that we will have this great clean fixed up house. It actuallly is starting to look really nice. So somebody come buy it, okay.

I am at least glad that we are all over this horrible puking bug we had over the weekend. Ben and Angelica and I were having to take turns in the bathroom. Meanwhile Zita who for some mysterious reason didn't get it ran about happy as a lark. At least it ran its course quickly.

Oh and if you want to learn about how awesome Salt Spring Island is, just think. . . . they decided three years ago to print their own currency to try and stabliize a more local economy and now they are backing it in silver. So cool. Also who wouldn't want to live in a north pacific island off the coast of British Columnbia with the most faboulous farmer's market in the world. There motto is is make it, bake it, or grow it! (unilke the now defunct Front royal farmer's market, whose motto must have been manufacture it, buy it from out of town and and resell it, or feed it chemicals until it gets really huge.. . . okay, okay, now that's not really fair I know---its not even around any more and Front Royal does have a really fantastic flea market. )

I'm getting too complainy. Time to stop. good night.