That's Bat Girl to you, Mister
All of Bat Girl's other parts seemed to be in order, at least as far as modern ultrasound technology can reveal. Truth be told, I wasn't actually terribly nervous about the anatomy scan--I've had so many ultrasounds up to this point (including the one I had at the hospital five weeks ago) that I felt like any huge problems would have shown up by now, and anything else, we would deal with. I was more stressed about whether my insurance company would approve the scan--they were giving us some hassle about it because of, again, the many ultrasounds I've already had. They did approve it in the end, but they cut it close--my appointment was at 10:15 and my OB's office called my cell literally at 10:14 with the authorization number.
And I was most concerned about how my cervix was doing. But cootercam (sigh. I will never be rid of the cootercam) showed it to be long and closed, and the tech measured it at an astonishing 4.4 cm. I have my doubts about whether it could actually have grown a full centimeter in the five weeks since my last hospital scan, but I guess that's where medicine is really an art and not a science. Considering that the baby is head down, I'd had contractions all weekend, and we'd just walked the equivalent of over a quarter of a mile from the subway to the hospital, 4.4 cm and closed is damn near a miracle, if you ask me, and I'm not going to argue with that.
So. OB appointment tomorrow; given that my cervix looks good I may ask her if I can take on a teensy, tiny bit more activity--going to Ginormous Chain Store to register, for example. I'll also ask her about the magically growing cervix.
And I can breathe a sigh of relief. For at least four or five days, anyway.