All went well at the doctor’s office. Cervix still just as long. That absolutely amazes me.
It was the longest appointment, ever, most of it spent in the waiting room. I think it was a rough morning for the doctor – lots of women in the waiting room and for the first 20-25 minutes we were there no one got called back. Finally, a woman about as pregnant as I am and her husband came out looking pale and shocked, and the woman said to the receptionist: “We have to go to Labor & Delivery.” I wanted to shrink into the chair and I wanted all the other happy pregnant women who’d brought their children to shut up, too. My blood pressure was 130 something over 70 instead of its usual 90/60 when we finally got into a room – that look on expectant parents’ faces and those words have a profound effect on me, apparently. How I hope it’s a false alarm for them, but I’ll never know, of course.
The first couple to finally go back was this pair I can only describe as ornery teenagers. She was probably further a long than me so imagine my surprise when she left with the initial prenatal visit bag. The boy was wearing a t-shirt that read, “Recycle old girlfriends.” I suppose I should just stick my nose in a magazine and stop being so observant in the waiting room.