Ain't Misbehaving Cervix

On Sunday morning, I woke up early, too early with a nasty menstrual cramp. Then I thought, whoa. How can I be having a menstrual cramp? I sat there for about 20 minutes, feeling what I thought were waves of cramps. I woke up my husband and called L&D to see what they thought. They said to come in and get it checked out. So we did. As I was getting in the car I understood it had been at least 15 minutes with no cramping at all and was starting to feel a little silly about the whole thing. But in we went. Thankfully, they saw no contractions on the monitor (although I had stopped feeling them at that point so who knows), a long cervix (3.6) and a good strong heartbeat. We ended up having a wonderful morning. Because we were already out and about, we celebrated by going to brunch at one of our favorite places. I was so happy to be out of the house experiencing a Sunday brunch crowd that I wondered if my “contractions” were all part of a subconscious plan to get myself to brunch in the first place.

Yesterday—that’s right, no need to cancel regular ultrasound just because I had one in the hospital the day before. Another opportunity to go outside is never worth tampering with!Yesterday showed similar cervix information. They thought no funneling (I still saw a little) and cervix of 3.3. The whole cervical length thing really does seem to depend on who is measuring it. But still, we are in the same range so I am feeling fine. All this good cervical information is no good for my bed rest behavior because I have practically been exercising I am up so much, and now, with no changes, I fear that tango lessons will start in my living room soon.

Then there are my other bodily issues. Not the ones I usually moan and groan about regarding my bed rest discomfort. These body issues are along the lines of "fat girl issues." I feel like a walrus! A beached whale! I am huge!! I see double when I look at my chin! I am gaining too much weight and without any movement, I just feel like crap. Not to mention that I am growing out of my second set of pregnancy bras. The boob situation is out of control. So, all that said, a little movement feels like the right thing. Except there is that pre-term labor issue prickling the back of my conscience. There is that. Pre-term labor is pretty compelling reason to halt pacing between couch and kitchen. Right. I am hereby recommitted to bed rest. I mean it! I can tell you doubt me but I mean it.