I woke up to quite a surprise last weekend.
Before I go any further, I feel like it’s time for an official disclosure to you, my friends and readers (who are friends I just haven’t met yet), especially those of you who are… ahem… male.
I’m pregnant. Quite so, actually. And at the end of pregnancy there are these things that happen to usher in labor. These things are not typical topics of public conversation, so I feel the need to say it bluntly:
These things will be topics of public conversation on this here blog. Dilation, cervixes, plugs, pelvic pain, uterine contractions… they are fair game here. You have been warned.
So this weekend. You guys. I don’t know how to ease into this:
I done lost my mucus plug. I know that I know that I know that’s what it was, too. (O, the joys of pregnancy the second time around.) AH! 34 weeks! Whoa there Gummybear!
So I paged my sweet twitter doula to ask the unthinkable.
“If someone loses their mucus plug, does that mean they’re dilating and/or effacing, even just a little?”
Panic mode!! Still no sheetrock on the walls upstairs! (Will I forever think of pending labor in terms of what house projects we haven’t yet completed? Honestly. Who lives like this?) She reminded me that plugs can restore themselves, so this does not mean we are racing down a one way freeway toward delivery. With no other signs and an otherwise healthy pregnancy, we still have time.
But I’ll be! If waking up to THAT on a Saturday isn’t a cold splash of reality.
Hey! AllisonO! This baby! It’s-a-comin!
And thus concludes the first of many posts in which I use anatomical terms with reckless abandon, share things about my own body that you didn’t know you wanted to know, and make my father blush. (Hi dad!)