I'd been feeling pretty lousy this past week--lots more contractions and more pain with each contraction, weird painful twinges in my lower abdomen, my groin and hip muscles and joints getting all loosey-goosey (it literally feels like I've pulled both groin muscles), rectal pressure, etc.--so even though my cervix is still firmly closed, TheGoodDoc wants to see me again in another week. She's also sending me for another scan at the hospital to check the baby's growth (I'm measuring small for dates) and fluid levels.
Unfortunately, I don't get to increase my activity level like I thought I would get to at this point. Because of all the contractions (which I think may have had something to do with stress of having my parents staying with me for FOUR DAYS), I'm to maintain the same restrictions until the magical 35 week mark. Thirty-five weeks is also the point at which, TheGoodDoc says, if I go into labor they will not try to stop it. That's only three weeks away, y'all.
Strangely, I feel relieved. I'm sure once I start really thinking about the implications of a C-section I'll be terrified, but at this point it's actually nice to have a small element of certainty introduced into the mix. Yes, Bat Girl may still decide to arrive earlier than scheduled, but at least now I can make some firm plans about my maternity leave (I felt so up in the air about it, knowing that there was little chance I'd make it to my 2/18 due date but not knowing how close I'd get), my husband taking time off work, scheduling a post-partum doula, etc. I can cancel my childbirth classes and not worry that I'll give birth before I get a chance to take them. I have a target date by which to get the remaining baby supplies I need.
I just need to not focus on phrases like "low fluid" and "major abdominal surgery" and I'll be fine.