Blah blah turkey blah blah football blah blah Xbox 360 blah blah friend's wedding blah blah naps.
That was my Thanksgiving weekend. Dare I say more?
Today, as always, was Doctor Day. We discussed the possible use of the FFN test, of which my doctor is not a fan. She said it would not make her treat high-risk patients such as myself any differently, so she does not use it.
Then we did a manual cervix check, which started off with her announcing, "Whoa, there's definitely something down there."
I of course am thinking the stitches have slipped, I am dilated, why didn't I bring the hospital bag, MYGODTHEBABYISCOMINGTODAYNOOOOO.
Josh asks for some clarification and she says, "Well it's just the baby's head. It's really low."
Yes, thank you, I know. I know this because he has been head-butting my completely non-capable, good-for-nothing cervix for weeks now. But as she pointed out, she has not examined me since my surgery, so we needed to have someplace to start from.
I am still tightly closed and measuring about 1 cm of thickness. So we're status quo.
She sent me on my merry way, bedrest continuing until 34 weeks, stitches out at 36. I have confirmation on that and I am clinging to the hope I get to the point where the stitches come out. I think I am going to scrapbook it. What fond memories this will bring in later years! Enjoyment for the whole family.