Never a dull moment in the life and times of Me.
11 weeks and 6 days. That is where I am.
I have been sort of freaked out since the whole low progesterone thing. I called my perinatologist this am to try to squeeze in a "reassurance appointment", but they were slammed and she told me to come Wednesday at 8am before the office opened. As much as I wanted to be seen, I was okay with waiting for the morning appointment.
So I ran errands. Then I went for my first swim of the summer. I paced myself, kept it simple, just enjoyed my time outside.
When I got home from the pool, I took my swimsuit off to discover a little spot.
It was small, but it was there.
So I wiped.
And there it was - pinky, red, browny orange.
I called the doctor and they told me to come in now for some reassurance. Jason drove me down and we were reassured.
The bat was well. Heartbeat was exactly where it should be and everything looked as it should.
But I still am spotting.
I hate this.
They think that possibly starting the progesterone suppositories might have irritated my cervix causing the bleeding. But, again, they are not 100% about anything. I am to monitor the bleeding and report back for my 12 week appointment on Thursday. Jason canceled his travel plans to make sure things slow down and get better with the next 24 hours.
The nurses were very kind today, but they told me to "let go" of the idea of a normal pregnancy and to accept that "my" pregnancy will be different, but that they will monitor me as close as they can.
So now I am analyzing every feeling inside my body. I am nervous every time I go to the bathroom to wipe. I am 12 weeks tomorrow. 12 weeks!
I am just hoping and praying this little bat holds on and holds on tight. I am hoping and praying that this is our little bat that will stick around and allow us to meet them.
I hate this.