I didn’t have a 35 week picture taken today, but my mom took this picture on Sunday (so it will have to work). And hopefully not much has changed, size wise, in 4 days.
Plus, Iam wearing the same scarf again today. I imagine the picture would have looked similar. Yes, my wardrobe is limited so this scarf gets A LOT of wear.
It’s about to get too warm for scarves. Darn the luck because I have probably been wearing a scarf everyday for the last 3 months. It helps hide the belly. Sorta. Well, in my crazy pregnant mind it does.
But, really, look how much bigger that belly looks without the scarf to distract your attention?
See. You would wear a scarf too if you were me. Too bad they don’t have something that makes your cheeks look LESS puffy. I’d be ALL over that if they did.
I was suppose to have my first “cevical check” this week, but because my appointments all got pushed back by a week (because I was gone for my Gma’s funeral), I won’t have it until next Wednesday.
I debated whether or not I shall share this story with you, but then I quickly remembered how funny it was looking back.
So. I have decided that I shall spill.
Please do not judge me for this.
I decided on Tuesday night that, since I was really curious whether I was dilated yet or not, I was going to attempt to give MYSELF a cervical check.
Yes, you read that correctly. I decided that I was going to insert my hand “up there’ and see if I could determine if there was any progress. I know. Dramatic. And totally not necessary.
I must have been bored.
I am totally not a doctor. But, at the time, it seemed like a good idea.
After googling “giving yourself a cervical check” I landed HERE.
A four step process that seemed, according to the article, VERY easy. So, I told my husband I was going to “wash my face” and I quickly locked myself in the master bathroom.
I followed the instructions. I will spare you the details, but in case you are wondering, it did involve a laundry hamper (to prop one leg on) and some Astroglide.
Even after reading the explanation of what I was suppose to be feeling for, I am not sure I know that I did it right. I think I felt my cervix and I think I could at least get a fingertip in, but honestly, who knows…it could have TOTALLY not been my cervix. It’s complex up in there.
About mid-way through I thought “what the h*** am I doing?”
So, it was over as fast as it began. Plus, I didn’t want
anyone my husband knocking on the door and finding me with the laundry hamper and Astroglide sitting on the toilet. EMBARRASSING!
He still doesn’t know this story. I’m sure he will think I am crazy once he reads this.
And let’s just say…I’ll start leaving the medical stuff…up to my OB.