All George and Weezie had to do to was own their own chain of dry cleaners and hire Florence to move on up to the east side. My placenta on the other hand better move it on up to the north side of my belly button by the 40th week or I may have to have a c-section.I was like George, all short, and dancing my way to my doc's appt today and I came out looking like Louise when Mother Jefferson came over for dinner only to criticize her meatloaf. The doc told me that I have a "low-lying placenta" explained as "a placenta that lies low". So, no need to worry now about it, as long as it moves up where its suppose to be or a c-section it will be. That's like telling Florence she's not getting a raise.
I am taking it all in stride as much as I can because there is nothing I can do about it. I can't reach in and move my placenta up (that would hurt and be gross), so I will just have to wait.
Perhaps, in the meantime I can watch some of The Jeffersons reru
ns and laugh as poor Ralph the Doorman gets another door shut in his face with no tip or admire how George can pull off that smoking plaid jacket.Hopefully soon I will finally get a piece of the placenta pie. (Wait.... you know what I mean)
