I am the boss of you
Today's weekly OB appointment left me wanting more.
Sure, there was the weekly weigh-in (grand total of 24 pounds at 33 weeks) and the stomach measuring (32 cm, so a week behind) and the test results getting (thyroid within normal range).
But apparently, at 33 weeks, there is no more love for the cervix. No peeking at it. No feeling it up. Nothing.
I feel strangely empty. What about the internal? How am I to function without knowing my cervical status? For the love of God, clue me in.
My cervix has been behaving as of late. Which is a good thing. It knows its place. It is my bitch. It does what I say when I say it.
Granted, it could wrest control back at a moment's notice. It would be a bloody coup on a grand scale. But for now, my dictatorship reigns supreme.
2 Comments:
HAHA you sound like me. Two weeks ahead of you. I have my midwife appt tomorrow but she doesn't look at my cervix! She just wants to jab me with a needle.
It sounds like things are REALLY looking up. I'm so glad but I have to tell you, I don't know how've you've done this whole bedrest thing. Un-be-liev-a-ble.
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