I have always been the proud knower of precisely how I carry my kids; heads down, breech, face front, face back etc...
Not this one, and as it turns out, it's probably because the kid is in there in a pretty screwy position for a term baby. He's transverse. Head on my left side, bum on my right with his arms and his legs poking up. Really baffles me as to what the heck is weighing down the bottom of my uterus and making me waddle so. Water?
Oh, AND I am at a big fat ZERO. As in zero centimeters. As in, "crap." As in, we are gonna be in this to the bitter, bitter end. Which, when you consider how freaked out I am at the prospect of the whole labor and delivery gig, may be a good thing. Wait this out till I am so VERY miserable that I won't care what it takes to get this kid OUT of me. You would think that a three time veteran of child birth would be less of a weenie about the prospect of pushing a fourth kid out. You would be wrong.
Call me Oscar Meyer cuz I am freakin' hard!