Can't blame pregnancy brain either

I am sure the doctor would have had many, many positive things to say about my cervix if I had gone to see him yesterday. That would be Wednesday, as in the day of my appointment. Not Thursday, as in today, the day I thought my appointment was.

I discovered this as I was about to walk out the door and checked the appointment card for the time of the appointment. My eyes bugged out of my head when I saw the date was June 3, not June 4. After some swearing (the kids were downstairs with Grandma! No potty-mouth in their presence!) I picked up the phone to call and see what could be done.

The receptionist remarked that they were all wondering where I was yesterday. Well, why didn't you call to check? I mean clearly, this is my fault. But a call would have been helpful, that's all I'm sayin'. The nurse was in a meeting, so I needed to leave a message and wait for her to call back.

Of course I worked myself into A State waiting for the call, so I called her back after an hour and she responded to my apology with a laugh and said, "It's not like you to miss appointments. I almost called you." Why didn't you? Do you people all have phone phobia?

But because they are all kinds of awesome in the antenatal office, they were able to still get me in this afternoon for the NT test portion of the appointment extravaganza. I have to wait to see my doctor until Tuesday morning, but since I had the childcare already here, I was glad I didn't have to waste it.

The nuchal fold measurement, which measures the thickness of the fluid at the back of the embryo's neck, was a solidly average 1.19 cm. Excellent measurement right in the normal range.

On a related note, I have finally given this embryo a nickname. Jack was known as "The Blob" and Emmie was "Girl Baby" but this one is now known as WeeBey. For those not in the know, that's a character's name from "The Wire" and we have watched four complete seasons of "The Wire" during this first trimester. I think naming your embryo after a drug-dealing thug criminal is totally appropriate. I wanted to go with Stringer Bell, another totally smoking-hot drug lord criminal character from the show, but since Wee means "small" and Bey sounds like a shortened version of "baby" it all made sense. So WeeBey it is. Josh just rolls his eyes at me.

So we got a decent look at WeeBey, who was break dancing and wiggling and waving little arms and legs all around. Additionally, it kept arching it's little back, clearly working on it's yoga stretches.

I then went downstairs for the bloodwork, where the tech had to basically milk my finger to get the blood out. After five minutes of massaging my fingertip to no avail, he stuck me again and apologized for the amount of blood that was going to pour forth. And oh boy howdy, did it ever. Two seconds later, he had what he needed and I was out the door.

Then I came home and got sick again. The end.

Not really the end, but that about sums up the rest of the day. I laid on the couch, dying, so my parents took the kids with them so their last memory of Mommy wouldn't be me moaning on the couch. We'll pick them up tomorrow when we go to the lake for the weekend. I am so grateful that between my parents and Josh's parents, I have so much help. The kids adore spending time with them and the grandparents love to hang out with the kids away from Mommy's rules and strict bedtimes. It's a win-win for everyone.

So the cerclage suspense continues until Tuesday morning. News at 11.