VICTORY!

Baby B is head down to Dr. C's disbelief. Bye Bye Epidural, C-Section and all of that Jazz. Dr. C and I are finally converging. It is insane how insecure she is. She mentioned two more times that she fears I will go into labor and not alert her. She told me that she thinks I must wonder why I chose her as an ob after each time I see her. I assured her (white lie) that I do not and that I like a challenge. It is ironic that I am the optimist in this relationship. I have thought positively the whole time to offset her worst case scenarios and it has worked. I called abuela to thank her profusely for her mental powers. These puppies are coming soon. I think this weekend but Monday I am back to the Dr. for her to manually try to stimulate labor (she insisted today as well but I stood my ground). If she does this Monday they will be born that night or Tuesday. Latest possible date, she is inducing me Feb 10. I pick my battles. I would just wait. But now that I am getting "my way" I can negotiate the details. WOO HOO. 23 days at 3cm and two twins flipped! Boom shackalacka...