On Monday I had contractions. Real ones, not Braxton-Hicks, but irregular. I went to the doctor, got it confirmed and had a surprise cervix check.
Was not expecting it, and WHOA. Now I know how a carton of ice cream feels when I dig a scoop into it.
The doctor even commented how low Baby’s head was: “The head is, like, RIGHT THERE. I have to reach around it to get to your cervix…” He forgot to mention to brace myself, Bridget. My vagina has never been more thoroughly felt.
I had to rest Tuesday, and came back to work today, but we’ll see if they want me to stay – I’m still having a contraction every few hours of the painful persuasion, so I have no idea. I do know it makes my big boss nervous. I think he’d like it if I didn’t come back, but that’s not happening unless I have a note for bed rest so I get short-term disability. The reality is that I can’t afford to go an additional 2 weeks with no pay, and I’ve allocated all my paid leave for when I planned to start FMLA leave. We’ll see how that goes.
At least I’ll have an answer Friday, when I have another doctor’s appointment! Something tells me my vagina will be invaded again, but the doctor will be a lady…maybe her fingers are smaller.