Bottom's up

Anni had a check-up today. Everything looks good. Upside down, but good.
The doc put her at 33 weeks, 6 days. That's about where we thought she was, but when you hear that -- no, when I hear that -- things start to sink in. We're only about seven weeks away. The doc reminded Anni she could deliver up to two weeks before or two weeks after the Feb. 27 delivery date.
Hearing that, I started counting backward. Let's see, two weeks earlier, well, that's about Feb. 13, and that's, well, that's only about a month and a week away and, well, heck, that's only about five weekends away and, well, SAY WHAT?!
It's just as likely she'll be two weeks late, which I'd favor. Of course, I can still see my belly button when I look down, so easy for me to say.
Anni told the doc that she was born a month late. Yes, a month. (Photos of her that I've seen show a cute baby with a full head a full head of hair and maybe, just maybe, a full set of teeth.)
"That can cause problems," the doctor said of the the extra 30 days of incubation.
"Well, I turned out OK -- I think," Anni replied.
Everything seems to be hummin' right along inside that ever-expanding belly, though. (Yes, "hummin' right along" is a medical term.) Bun's heart rate clocked in at 138. As I've said before, that's an indication of nothing but a steady, healthy ticker. Don't give me that old wives' tale about gender.
We've been wondering how Bun is positioned, and today the doc said it's now head down, legs up. That explains why Anni's been getting booted in the ribs more often.
I take Bun's positioning to be another sign that the birth is getting closer. You know, now the baby's facing in the right direction, getting lined up.
The delivery is no longer some distant event months and months down the road.
Bun is bottom's up and on the way.