My cervix remains closed and elongated. I have been instructed to drink more water than is humanly possible (I swear to gawd I am urinating pure, potable water at this point). I have to call the answering service if I think I've had more than three Braxton Hicks contractions in an hour. Other than that, I am declared fine. I wish I felt fine. But, you know, I'll take what I can get.