Today has been a roller coaster of a day, to be sure. It started with the three of us all sleeping waaaay in, what with still being jetlagged and all. That was nice. Then, while using the loo before hopping in the shower on my way to my RE appointment, I noticed that I was spotting a little. That was not so nice. The Shookie was in the bathroom with me (can't keep the little bugger out sometimes!), and was all, "Spotting? You're spotting? What's spotting?" and trying to see for himself when I called out to T in the next room. Good heavens, boy!
I have to admit that I immediately thought the pregnancy was done. over. gone. Probably because the two times I've been pg and spotted, I miscarried (I didn't spot even a little bit with the Shookie). T reminded me that I was sure things were doomed before the last two ultrasounds, and I was wrong then, and to try and stay hopeful. I tried, but mostly I was not feeling positive at all. My head was spinning, for sure.
My sweet husband canceled the work meeting he had scheduled, and the three of us all went to my appointment, which made me feel very cared for. I was so relieved and thankful that I already had an appointment scheduled! When we got there, I was told about another problem with my insurance, and even though the secretary at the front desk was really kind, I still found myself trying to hide the tears that were streaming down my face from the very packed waiting room. Insurance red tape was just too much to handle at that moment.
When I was called back, I told the nurse about the spotting. She asked if I had skipped any medication, and I told her that I had accidentally left my progesterone at my parent's house when we went to Toby's parents. I only skipped one dose, but it definitely made me nervous. Dr. So-Cal came in, and he also tried to encourage me that things were probably fine. I nodded, but couldn't keep the tears from coming again. And then he did the ultrasound.
Amazingly, the baby was fine, having grown a lot since our last peek, and with a good, strong heartbeat. I was so surprised, relieved and thankful. Unfortunately, Dr. So-Cal also found a small blood clot. It doesn't look to me like it's actually in the placenta, but obviously I could be wrong. It's also not terribly close to the baby. Still, it's not good that it's there at all. Dr. So-Cal explained that the blood clot doesn't mean that I will miscarry. He's seen blood clots in women that were twice the size of their babies that have had no problems at all. Of course, it could also result in the placenta pulling away -- placenta abruptia.
So, I'm to take it very easy -- no lifting, no sex, obviously no exercising, and as much bed rest as possible. I've been lying down as much as possible and resting. T has been taking care of the Shookie as much as he can, and I'm thanking my lucky stars that our sweet boy is old enough to do most things on his own. Tomorrow my SIL is picking him up to take him to the park, and possibly back to her place for the day. Other friends have offered to watch him if needed ... I'm so lucky to have such amazing friends and family!
Oddly enough, I feel more confident about things now, even though I know the blood clot could be a serious problem. My body has crapped out on me many times before, and I've come out o.k. in the end. I haven't spotted at all since this morning, though Dr. So-Cal explained that I should expect that I will. I am feeling pretty crampy, though, so that's disconcerting and annoying. Since I don't know if the discomfort is being caused by the clot, or my uterus making room for a growing baby, I'm trying not to worry about it too much.
So, the roller coaster continues. I will continue to keep my feet up at least until my first appointment with my regular OB on Tuesday, and see what she says at that point. Please continue to pray for this little one! We're not out of the woods by a long shot.