heading on to 19 weeks

At 19 weeks and 2 days is when I went in to the hospital very dilated (5-6 cm) and the cerclage was placed.  Today I am 18 weeks and 3 days.  It is coming.  I am nervous, but everything is so good that I have a strong feeling I will get past this day without dilating or funneling.  My next ultrasound is on Thursday, and I almost think that there will be no change.  The Braxton Hicks have subsided a lot since I am not working.  I spend my days knitting, and it is a lot of fun.  I am also thinking of handsewing some alterations on T-shirts and such, mostly patches of material that would make the garment more lively.  I don't know anything about sewing, but I have lots of time to learn, so might as well.

Emma has a life of her own, she has a schedule and she sticks to it.  She moves in the mornings and evenings.  In between she sleeps and thinks deep thoughts about the meaning of life.  At various points she takes tap dance lessons.  This morning she was making the most out of the uterine real estate available and she curled up right in the fundus, like Adrian used to do, into a little ball right at the very edge.  Sometimes she stretches the uterine fundus and then I poke her to move over and she does, reluctantly.

I had a strange dream last night in which I was writing about my life's frustrations in black pen over a baby's back.  I think the baby was my little sister.  I had to give her a bath to erase the ink before anybody read my life story on her back.  Jung, where are you when I have work for you to do?

I have lost another follower.  By the end of this pregnancy, MrH will be the only one still reading my blog... I apologize that my life is uneventful and rather boring, but that is the way I like it at this point.