No more working on the railroad

Damn you, rat bastard incompetent cervix. (Shaking my fist skyward)

I had my weekly ultrasound today and I smugly jumped onto the table, ready for the vaginal ultrasound. Awesome.

And the tech was looking and looking and looking some more. I was trying to sneak a peek, but of course I had no idea what I was looking at.

Then she asked me if I had been having any pressure.

"You mean as in now, or in general?" I asked.

In general, she said.

Nope, all good here.

So she really starts maneuvering the wand to get a good picture. I ask her what it is and she says 1.5. WHAT!? But I am a 3! Tres! There is no stopping me.

So she does some compression and takes another measurement. I ask what it was and she said she would have to show the doctor.

Before she went to get him, we had a quick look at the Blob. He was lying face down, looking towards my toes. He had one hand behind his back, on his butt, and his other in front, grabbing his foot. We got to see him swallow and stick his tongue out and got two really good profile shots.

She also did a quick measurement and said he weighs 1lb 3oz and is measuring right on date. So he's good.

So the doctor came in after reviewing the films and said I should try not to get discouraged. But obviously, that's hard when I lost half my thickness. I asked him for a number and he said he did not want to quantify it, I just needed to know it was shorter.

So I told him that I had been sitting up -- a lot -- this week because I had a lot going on with work. And Josh asked about work and how it was affecting this. The doctor said I need to look at it in terms of if something happened, how would I feel about it if I had been working. He said he would recommend half time or stopping.

So we decided I would stop work. My last day will be tomorrow and then I will be off until after my maternity leave ends after the baby comes. I am taking two weeks of vacation to start, then my short-term disability kicks in for 12 weeks at 100% of my salary. So that gets me to 37 weeks.

If I have not had the baby by then, I start long-term disability at 50% of my salary and that lasts until my doctor releases me from maternity leave after the birth.

So I am probably not going to work again for four months. FREAKY!

So lots of lying-down bedrest, lots of surfing, lots of reading, lots of TV, lots of Netflix.

Bust out the non-alcoholic champagne, me thinks this calls for a celebration of sorts. Although, truth be told, while the thought of an extended vacation is fun, it's probably going to suck.

For all my bitching about it, work makes the day go by faster. It helps to have people to chat with on IM. I like being in on the work gossip. Now my days will likely stretch before me like an endless black hole.

OK that might be a slight exaggeration. We shall see.