The cerclage is being evicted

So tomorrow is the big day. Well kind of the big day, not the big big day.

Anyway, tomorrow I get my cerclage removed. I can't believe this day is here. When they told me 16 weeks ago that I had to have surgery and I would have these stitches until 36 weeks, I never thought this day would come.

But here it is.

And now I don't know what to do with myself. Now I am a regular ole pregnant lady. I have to wait until my contractions are 5 minutes apart for an hour before I can go in. I can't whine and get special treatment. I can't even justify complaining about contractions, since I will be getting them now and nothing bad can come from them.

I will miss my old friend, the stitch. It served me and The Blob very well. We had a good run. Now the stitch will be discarded like a piece of medical waste. What a terrible end for such a strong and loyal piece of string.

I am thinking about asking if I can keep it. You know, for the baby book. I mean nothing says love like a piece of shoelace-thick stitching that has resided in my cervix for the last four months.

I am certainly going to ask to see it. That's a Hallmark moment if I ever heard of one. They should make a card for this occasion. Maybe one of those sappy "Between You and Me" versions, something with a cheesy ode to my cerclage and how much it has enriched my life.

We go in first thing and they will keep me for a bit and monitor my status. Things they will be looking for: regular contractions and dilation past 3 cm. We all know the Blob is head down and fully engaged, so he's ready to go. Just depends on the level of scar tissue in the ole cervix and how fast it wants to open up and say ahhhh.

So we might have a baby tomorrow, and we might just come home and hang out and attend a work party for Josh. And of course, there is the sex. The pelvic rest? It ends tomorrow.