It appears my OB has some milestones of her own in mind, too. Yesterday, TheGoodDoc had a nurse practitioner shadowing her, and after introducing us, she explained to the NP my situation and how she considers me to be "very high risk." "When she makes it to 32 weeks, we'll breathe easier, and if she makes it to 35 weeks, we'll have champagne," she said to the NP, and then turned to me: "How about it? You want to bring in the champagne? I'll let you drink it!"
She did not believe that my cervix had magically grown, unfortunately, and re-measured it herself: 3.5 cm. I suppose it's better to go by the smaller number, just to be on the safe side. So I still need to limit my activity--necessary walking only, sitting whenever possible. I can go to ONE baby store at a time, if that is my ONE activity for the day and I take a cab home. I complained a little about the continued restrictions and she pointed out that it could be much worse--that she had some patients on hospital bed rest for as long as three months.
OK then. I just need to keep reminding myself: Four more weeks. I'll be holding my breath for four more weeks.