She was still hanging in there! Yes, that sounds like a sick joke, but it's true.
23 weeks 1 day. My doctors were beginning to talk about letting me have modified bathroom priviledges. Ok, so what's that? After conferring, they said they would have someone bring in a remedial toilet that they would set up right next to my bed. So around this day, I was able to get up and sit for short periods of time. Terrifying, I tell you. What if the adjustment in pressure caused the cerclage to fail? Hell, I don't even know if that's possible, but I know I worried about it. Besides, Punkin seemed to rather enjoy kicking me there. But they said they thought it was safe.
Let me tell you, in a situation like this, you don't care that you are basically pooping in your bedroom! And yes, then I had to have someone come empty it. So totally gross, but what other choice do you have? Just knowing that I could get off my back for 90 seconds at a time made the minutes, hours, days, a touch more bearable. Something "normal" was helping me feel a bit more human. You never really know how much those "little things in life" make you feel like a real person until you have them taken away.