Gus must have missed the memo. According to my weekly e-mail: “With his arms crossed over his chest and his knees pulled up high, in most cases he is positioned neatly folded with his little head down in his mother’s pelvis.”
He must be confused. He keeps squirming his way up into my ribs. I did get a repreive the other day and for a moment I thought he dropped. He was just tricking. Today, he is back to his favorite spot, my ribs! I know we have plenty of time for him to turn and drop but it would be nice to be able to breathe again.