5pm update: No more goop, not even much cramping. Sigh. I’m so antsy!
I woke up this morning and didn’t want to get out of a bed. I was just too damned comfortable and warm. A few minutes later, Chris called from work — fortunately we had remembered to put the phone on the nightstand, so I didn’t have to move. So we blah blah blah (and he noted how guilty he felt about taking that woman’s dollar — I told him to pick up 2 plain Timbits for the dogs on his way home!), then I get off the phone and finally stand up.
Vag goop is felt.
So I rush to the washroom and wipe, and pee, and wipe … then stare down into the toilet to see if there is a “mucus plug” or any other sign of Progress. On my toilet paper there is a faint streak of pink. So I sit there thinking, and wipe… pick up Vanity Fair, and wipe… nothing… read the editor’s note, and wipe… and there, finally, in the continuous goop, more pink.
I’ve paged my midwife (said it was non-urgent though) and will hopefully hear back from her soon. In the meantime, my mom is getting all the gory details via MSN. I haven’t called Chris yet because I don’t want to freak him out.
But I have this total irrational urge to go sit on the toilet and wipe. Again.
Addendum: Midwife says it’s all normal and all good, just a sign of things going the way they should be and my body preparing. The cramping I’ve been getting is probably changing the shape/location/diameter of my cervix, and the cervix is very ‘vascular’ so blood can result from those actions. I asked if I was going to go into labour within the next hour… she laughed and replied, “Who knows?”