A Sign of Things to Come

Yesterday was my weekly ultrasound.

First things first, my cervix is now 3.2cm, a bit shorter than last week, but the doctor assured us that 3.2cm is perfectly normal. The funneling is gone, which is also very positive.

As the tech was doing her thing (insert wand, stare at screen) she chuckled. Apparently, Baby Pollara was literally, dancing on my cervix. That's right - standing straight up and dancing on my incompetent cervix.

Last week I was convinced that I was having some sort of problem because of all of the movement I felt on my cervix. Tears, panic, rushed in to see the doctor, the whole nine yards. But, it turns out, as confirmed by yesterday's pictures, this kid is just dancing his heart out.

It's fascinating, that at just 23 weeks, this child already knows my weak points and can push my buttons so easily. 16 years from now, I can only imagine what buttons he will know to press to get a reaction from dear old mom. Will it be staying out all night... underage drinking.... joy riding ... who knows??

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On another note, Monday is a big day. I'll be at 24 weeks. This means if BP arrived, he would have a good chance of survival. Monday I go to the doctor for a shot of steroids to help this little guy's lungs develop. My doctor can also do a test which can predict the likelihood that I will go into premature labor within the next two weeks. Hopefully that will come back negative and I will just continue to cook this kid.

My new mantra is 38 weeks, 6 pounds. That's my goal. Deliver a beautiful, healthy child at 38 weeks. 6 pounds sounds totally manageable, just a bit bigger than a bag of flour.

Have a peaceful weekend.