This morning I woke feeling raw and tired still but with a bit more rest and some reluctant affection from Boy, I felt better towards the afternoon. A little brown spotting today.

Hubby called it cervical shock when he had a look at me last night. Basically I had a closed cervix and the Doc had forced the cervix open to sweep the membranes. Highly NOT recommended.

That explains the faintness I felt and the weak in the knees feeling all yesterday. I hadn't imagined it possible, but my body was in shock.

Okay, for those NOT in the know, the dang pregnancy books won't tell you about membrane sweeping. I only read about it in a candidly-written book called Hello My Name is Mommy, written by a radio DJ in the US with a great sense of humour.

She was peeled off the ceiling after her membrane sweep and lived to warn everyone else that it is painful. Somehow in my eagerness to be on schedule, I forgot all about that chapter. I mean, membrane sweeping sounds mild, even elegant.

I tried to read a bit but dozed off at 8pm. Woke around 11pm and called the Hub, who was working on his project. He came in, sayanged me a bit, and made me some oatmeal yogurt and orange (my new fave).

Stayed in a fugue state till he finally came for bed. He brought in Boy (who stayed at the foot of the bed) to deflect my attention while he dozed off. :p

In the morning, Boy did walk up for a pet or two, but he largely left me alone. I struggled to get up, my body feeling slightly less beaten up. Had a couple of buns and some milk.

The shock should be over soon... oh look, there's some remnant of me still on the ceiling.