To think I said he'd be born today...

We’ve spent the past couple days trying to convince Peter that he wants to flip upside down. We had another visit to the chiropractor yesterday, and this morning we tried moxibustion with an acupuncture practitioner. Everyone knows moxibustion, right? Good, that’s what I thought.

Peter is still an active little guy in Mommy’s tummy, but he seems to like his position just fine. He shouldn’t, but he does. All the techniques we’ve looked into seem to have the success stories coming in the 32nd-38th week of pregnancy, whereas we’re knocking on the 40th week’s door. What that means is we have our work cut out for us. I’ve tried softly rubbing Mommy’s belly in the direction we want him to turn. He seems to like it, but whether or not it means he wants to go with the flow of the rubbing or just stay in place for a nice in-utero massage remains to be seen.

This has also turned into a strange weekend for us technologically. Our DSL went dead yesterday morning, and a service guy came out when we were getting ready to go to the chiropractor. He found that the problem is inside the house (“Get out now!!! The problem is INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!") and was going to change the ancient, painted-over phone jack when I told him we had to be 20 miles away in about 20 minutes. He left a new jack for me to install (successful!) and we flew out of the house. This morning our cable box gives us some weird message, which, after a call to the cable company meant, well, the problem was inside the box (“Get out now!! A technician can’t get there to replace the box UNTIL TUESDAY!!!”). I’m sure our toaster will start burning “666” into our bread now, too.

Now we go back to positive thinking and encouraging Peter to go for a spin. Again. C’mon lad, you can do it…