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Sh*t No One Tells You: The Talk
We Have To Talk
So my week is uneventful. I eat, I sleep, I do schoolwork, I do crafts. I don’t move. I can get up to pee and shower. Otherwise the bed and I are one.
It is finally time to make it to see my own Doctor. I am tired, and tired of doing nothing. I am scared. I am hoping I made the right decision, as this was a colleague of hers I kind of shit on by defying his orders. Either way, Mom drives, I rest in the passengers seat and we trek into the city for my appointment.
The nurses check me, I do the pee in a cup thing, all the blood pressure things. The normal. Everyone is tip-toeing around what happened, making sure I feel alright. I feel fine. I felt fine that day. I never felt the contractions everyone saw. We do an ultrasound…still contracting but not as close together. Kidlet…is developing really well. Everything looks good except for my silly cervix.
I sit down with my Doctor and my Mom. Now, now comes the hard conversations, the planning, the signing, the scary real stuff.
As the other Doctor said, I have cervical incompetence. It is why people with my condition have such a hard time with pregnancy. The cervix is made of collagen, and my collagen as we know…sucks. So this is just another example of my body being like nope, I will not conform to your will. It isn’t going to get better, it may get worse.
