Well, that was fun. For fake.

I had a doctor’s appointment Monday, not with my favorite Dr B, but with one of the doctors in her former group. The medical assistant who took my blood pressure, etc, asked how I was doing and I told her about Dr B’s concerns about my “uterine activity”; the MA asked if I wanted to be checked (for dilation) and I told her that if this doctor thought it was necessary, then that would be fine. Well, in walked the unfriendly doctor – she saw I was undressed from the waist down, and barely asked questions, and then she checked me. She found that I am dilated to one centimeter – which isn’t good for being only 31+ weeks, but that it could very well be normal for me (but I was only a fingertip dilated with Mallory on my due date). She told me that I had to go up to Triage to get monitored and then they would check me again. That’s when I started to cry.

I went up to Triage and didn’t have any contractions for the 1.5 hours I was monitored and was still only one cm so I was told to drink lots of water and to take it easy. Oh, OK.

Being in Triage sucked. I didn’t have a TV and there were no magazines or anything. And I was afraid to play games on my iPhone because the battery was dying and I was nervous that I was going to have to stay a long time and then I’d be phone-less.

Dr B is out of town this week but I have been in contact with her via email so hopefully she can check me again next week. I think that once I start dilating that I won’t undilate. These Braxton-Hicks contractions are new to me – I never remember having them with Mallory. And I don’t remember Mallory being THIS active. I swear…this baby’s favorite thing to do is stretch out all four limbs in four different directions all at the same time.

I have some videos of Mallory to share but need to finish the Bachelor before Batgirl kicks my arse for being so slow about watching it.