The void left behind

Please take this opportunity to share with me a moment of silence ... for the passing of the weekly vaginal ultrasound sessions with my ultrasound techs.

Today, at 27w2d, I submitted to the vaginal ultrasound for the final time. I will miss this highly intimate time with my ultrasound tech. And my husband, who stands helplessly near my head while the nice woman manuevers the wand like she's parking a Buick.

Ahhh, I will miss it.

My perinatologist released me from the weekly cervical ultrasounds since I will be the ripe old age of 28 weeks next week. From now on, I will see my OB weekly for manual cervix checks. The fun never stops in this pregnancy I tell you.

I will get a regular old growth scan via abdominal method in three weeks. Pretty much, they are kicking my ass to the curb in the high-risk group. They told me my OB would even be the one who takes out the stitches at 36 weeks.

So this is fabulous progress. It's a whole 10 weeks earlier than most women start their weekly OB appointments, but I am cool with it.

Of course, it goes without saying, that the bedrest continues. But the home bedrest has been working -- I was measuring 1.4 today -- so we are happy with that. My perinatologist's exact words were, "I am ecstatic that you made it to 27 weeks."

So I guess we know what I have to be thankful for this Thursday. The Blob is still baking, the stitches still holding.

Can I get a what-what for all that?