Welcome back, cervix!
It was in the lost and found at the Greyhound bus terminal, having been discovered trying to board a bus to Miami. And not behaving as a good cervix should, of course. Not dilated one little bit. This makes breaking the amniotic sac impossible.
Sooo, after weeping through my entire midwife appointment, I convinced them to schedule an induction within the next 48 hours (or face a duel with pistols at dawn tomorrow). It's complicated because I am not allowed to have a chemical induction, as this would put too much stress on my scarred uterus. The good news is they have a balloon they can manually stretch your cervix out with now.
Hey, balloons? Sounds like a party to me!
I'll let you know when the party starts. Just waiting for the hospital to call me back with a time.
1 comment:
Pink's lyrics come to mind: "I'mmmm comin' out so you better get the party started..."
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