Contractions didn’t amount to anything except a whole night of worrying. Cervix is unchanged, not the longest in the world but ‘adequate’ (?). We & the doctors are still debating the steroid issue, ironically we discussed it at my last appointment and decided it wasn’t necessary, another set of BHs like that though & I’ll change my mind.
Unremitting DBTs ~ J always has a very active hour at about 6am and 10pm, not for the last two days though. C is anxious about him (lots of will he die/what will happen if he dies questions), that is by far the hardest thing that I have to deal with.
I need to sort out getting a carseat & pram thingie - C’s stuff has long since been donated. I have incredible inertia committing to it.
My friend had twins at 30 weeks, one didn’t survive. I know nothing I say will comfort her so why am I finding it so hard to write the ‘perfect’ condolence/congratulations card? She’ll be burying her son next week - how fucked is that?
My horrible, horrible cats just brought me a crippled baby vole, bastards.
I’m quite enjoying being the person who ruined Ingratiating Troll’s faith in humanity though, maybe I should get a T-shirt made.
Oh and why am I still jealous of the woman who has 12 blasts frozen? Will it ever stop?
