Trying to put on a good face so I wouldn't completely ruin my mom's birthday. The day started with an ultrasound to see if the cerclage was doing its job. God Almightly, it was. I actually had a bit of cervix to measure! 1.5 cm if memory serves me correctly. Not much, but at this point, I'd take any improvement (anything below 3 cm is not good). Getting it done was not fun - considering yesterday they shoved needles, etc up there, now they were shoving u/s wands. But I was so happy (considering) that I didn't care all that much about the discomfort.
At that point, the doc said that it looked like Punkin weighed 1 pound. Whenever she made her entrance, they wanted her to be at least 1 1/2 pounds. So we had some work to do. It was not going to be easy. I was to eat. A lot. Often. Preferably stuff high in protein. And when I ordered from the cafeteria, they were going to see how much I ate and of what. Have you ever tried to eat while lying down? For days on end? Yeah, not so much. That was miserable. I had no appetite whatsoever. But I had to eat to *hopefully*give Punkin a chance. I still thank God for bacon.