My perinatologist appointment went well, no change in the cervix. Shew. So I'm back to non-negative thinking. I think in the interest of not setting unreasonable goals I'll stop calling it "positive" thinking.
I found out today that my time at the perinatologist has a graduation date. At 34 weeks they will let me go, off all rest, to go into labor whenever I may. I'll be fantasizing about that day from now. I think if I get there I'll throw my paper lap blanket up the air like Mary Tyler Moore.
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