Rassafrassat

Another day, another wanding.

The antenatal clinic wanted yet another ultrasound to check the position of the placenta. Today it was 3.8cm from the cervix. I doubt this will make any difference at all to the boffins who stand at the doors of the Birth Centre and say "beyond here there be cool stuff you're not allowed to have" but at least I can put my own mind at ease about c-sections and such.

The cervix, however, is doing nothing. NOTHING. Not shortened. Not effaced. Most certainly has never even heard about the concept of dilation.

He's never coming out.

And why would he, since his mother is now SICK with a fever and sore throat and sore ears and cant talk. Kick-ass timing.

So we sit. And we wait. Coz we've DONE everything else there is to do already. I'll moan quite a bit.

We cant even do the deed to speed things up (like that's something I want to do. Yeh. Uh-huh.) because we've been FORBIDDEN on account of the possibility of bleeding.

I'm sure he's already started putting up posters of The Cure and a sign on the door warning of biological hazards within.

Send chicken soup, and an Eviction Notice.