To the hospital, Jeeves

Another day, another visit to the hospital. I should get frequent flier miles for all these visits.

We made ourselves a little trip to Labor and Delivery last night and everything is fine, but they were chastising me for sitting up too much.

I logged off work at 5:15 p.m. content to call it a day. I mean it was my first day back. And I worked a lot! OK, I was online all day. But there was much catching up to do and IMing to perform. Sue me.

I was feeling this bizarre pressure. Kind if like there was an air bubble in the ole' crotch. Almost like, well, maybe the baby was in there or something. And of course, my paranoid self could not resist taking a spin the bathroom, you know, just to see what was up.

Where I found the teeniest tiniest littlest spot of spotting. And then freaked the fuck out. In my defense, I do have a cerclage and they keep pounding it into me that we have to get to 24 weeks.

So I called the doctor on call and when I described what I was feeling, she said she needed to recommend that I come on in. Better safe than sorry. But the good news was that at 21 weeks, I was eligible to go straight to OB triage and skip the ER admit! Well, giddyup.

They strapped me to a fetal monitor and I waited for the doctor to make an appearance. The Blob, however, was very much against the fetal monitoring and showed his displeasure by kicking the spot where the monitor was. Repeatedly. With great vigor.

The doctor came in and chatted and then pulled out a speculum to take a gander. He pronounced the stitches in place and my cervix tightly closed.

But since I was feeling the pressure, a new caveat was added. One hour sitting up, 30 minutes lying down. Who ever said this wasn’t fun? This is big fun.

So now I work, rest, work, rest, work, rest. It's funny how fast an hour goes when you know you have to stop what you are doing at the end of it.

So things are fine. Just more resting. Who knew bedrest meant rest? Hee.