We had a scare today. I started spotting.
When I saw it, I was immediately terrified. I thought - Oh God, here we go, I'll spot today and by the weekend I'll be miscarrying in the ER. I was filled with dread.
Luckily, we were able to reach the RE's office and he said I could come in immediately. He did yet another ultrasound, saw the heartbeat, and said everything looked "just great." He said many women have spotting in the first trimester and to try not to be too stressed. He said I'll read that 40% of women who have bleeding go on to miscarry but that he thinks that number is inflated by pregnancies in which the heartbeat hasn't yet been seen.
Then he said, "When did I last see you, Monday?" and I felt so sheepish and apologized profusely for coming in and getting another scan. He said, "No. It's OK. I completely understand. You can come in as many times as you want."
And I joked that I might as well move into the office.
He said, "No seriously. I really don't care. You can come in as much as you want. You don't even need to call. You know what days I'm here, so just come in if you need to. I'll see you, anytime." As we left, he said, "Take care of yourselves."
Oh, I seriously love this man. The next few weeks are looking to be about 8 years long. Here's hoping all three of us (Will, me, and Embryo) get through it sane and alive.
17 hours ago