I have an appointment with Dr. W. Next week, when I am exactly 8 weeks.
Dr. W is an OB with a perinatal group. She has seen everything. She also handled the pregnancies of two women I know who had issues with their cervices (cervixi?). Both women went on to deliver healthy term babies. That's the kinda care I want. So it's like I'll be getting the care of an MFM who also delivers. I'll take it, for as long as this pregnancy lasts, since there's no way I can even fathom making it that far.
In the meantime, with that huge hurdle jumped, I am tired. So so tired. I have to stay wide awake for the next five hours, at least, as I shuttle Niblet to her ballet's dress rehearsal and then function as the backstage dance mom. Where I will probably be overseeing about a dozen children, with lots of "don't wipe your hands on your tights" and "use the bathroom now if you have to" and bobby-pinning loose buns and the like. In other words, I can't curl up and take a nap.
I recall being this tired with the Nibble, when I was a spry 34 year old, so I am going to tell myself it's not because I am a desiccating person over 40.