TMI: Self-Cervical Checking and other ?'s

[kanaclark]

Originally Posted by savedbygrace

Man, my stomach must be so much bigger than everyone elses because I can't even bend over to shave my hoo haa let alone check my cervix!

See, this is what I'm thinking too. I ended up screaming the other night b/c I could still shave there and I am 20 weeks. Brian of course thought it was hilarious, but this is the FIRST time in 4 pregnancies that I've been able to see my stuff at 20 weeks. But I still don't think I'll be able to shave or do cervix check at the end.

[JRBL]

Originally Posted by kanaclark

See, this is what I'm thinking too. I ended up screaming the other night b/c I could still shave there and I am 20 weeks. Brian of course thought it was hilarious, but this is the FIRST time in 4 pregnancies that I've been able to see my stuff at 20 weeks. But I still don't think I'll be able to shave or do cervix check at the end.

::snort:: You gals are soooo hilarious! ::snort::

[savedbygrace]

yah, shaving is impossible for me right now. Dh helps out though *is that TMI*?
Anyhow, I tried the other day in the shower to check my cervix and I have to say, I could feel my cervix, but there is no way I could check to see if I was really dilated. I just could feel that it was soft.

[JRBL]

::snort:: Did you feel a little like you were part of the Cirque De Soleil troop? Doing a little acrobatics to find it. ::snort:: That's how I feel in the last stages of pregnancy... hehehe

[Crissyanna]

I tried checking my cervix with Moriah. However, I was told at the begining of my pregnancy with Dainyah when I told the midwife that I had trouble reaching my cervix to check for NFP, she said my cervix was the highest cervix she had seen in a very long time....So, reaching when at the end of a pregnancy, yeah right...

I was induced with the eldest so I didn't have to really decide when to go to the hospital. With the youngest, I woke up at five to six in the morning because Dainie had come in wanting me. She hadn't done that in months at that point, not that early. I go to the bathroom, and my plug fell out. Then some cramping started. We get up, get ready for church and since we had to be there by 8, we ran through Mcdonalds for breakfast and while sitting in the drive through, I call the family to say we could very like be having a baby that day. The cramps started out at about ten minutes apart or so. We made it to church, and they kept coming. I was advised by a friend to drink water as I could be dehydrating and that is it. Didn't stop it and I drank tons (I regretted it later. Nothing like trying to use the toilet in hard labor...). Hubby is at the sound booth for band practice and I'm walking Dainie around. We put her in the nursery for Sunday school and I sit in the office with Hubby who doesn't want to leave my side and a friend who is a cop who said he wasn't catching the baby. Hubby makes me time them and keep the log . We get close to the end of the service (I was wandering the building the whole time nearly) and after one contraction where I gasped, hubby insisted it was time to leave for the hospital. So, we left and it was like 11:15 at that point. We ran home to grab my stuff (my midwife insisted MyMy was due Feb. 24. It was only the 17th even though I figured my date for the 11th). I take my time packing the bag and poor Peter was running through the house throwing stuff in a bag and begging me to get back in the car. I was like, nope, not ready. I didn't really have to stop for the contractions or whatever. He gets me back in the car and we get to the hospital a little after 12 (took 15 minutes to get there, then had to sit in the ER waiting room for 15 minutes for maternity to send someone to get me). The nurse checks me and I'm "only" a 7 and was told it was a good thing my contractions weren't booming. I was like, well, they are 4-5 min apart. The machine can't pick me up for some reason and the nurse didn't believe me that I was having them that close. They came and checked again at ten after four (it was a busy day on L and D and I was lucky to get an actual delivery room instead of the observation room they had me for 3 hours after getting there) and was told I was only an 8 and it will be several more hours. My thought was, that's what you think woman (I didn't like my nurse. She poked me 5 times in both arms before putting the IV in the place I told her my arm would only take it because she said it was an "awkward place for it"). Not five minutes later, I'm pushing subconsciously. And Peter starts freaking out as he wasn't ready for it yet. I tell him to get someone and he goes to the hall and tells the first nurse he saw that I said I had to push. My nurse came in like, yeah right, had me put my legs up, yelled, I see hair, got on the phone and yelled for the midwife to get in there now and 3 pushes later out came Moriah. While waiting for the midwife, she was like, don't push. I was like, I have to. Water broke on the second "official" push.

So, if I had had my way, I wouldn't have gone to the hospital until much later....but at least that time I had the urge to push. Didn't expect it so soon. If I had been at home and allowed to move more, chances are Moriah would have come sooner.

For all my words there (I'm sorry about the length), I doubt I was much help.