6 weeks and 6 days

Yesterday was really bad. I woke up twice on Saturday night with big clots and what seemed (to me) like a lot of blood. I spent the day mostly on the couch, waiting for Monday.

This morning, I worked from home until it was time to go to the ultrasound. I was freaked. I felt sad because I should have been excited to see the results, but I was steeling myself for bad news. By the time we were in the u/s room, I was in despair. But Dr. H came in and could tell right away that something was wrong. I told him I've been bleeding. He was very reassuring and then got down to business.

The first thing he said was "well, you're still pregnant". And then pointed out the blood clot in my uterus that's causing the vaginal bleeding.

We've also got two (two!) egg sacs, but he was only able to see one clearly (because of my fibroids and the blood clot). The heartbeat on the one he could see was strong: 119 bpm.

But, since he couldn't really get a good look at the second egg sac, he said we could have one baby or we could have more. I asked him if there was a reason he didn't say "one or two" and he said there's a possibility that the second egg sac has two embryos, that the egg split in two after the transfer, resulting in identical twins. We were warned of this.

Anyway, we have another u/s scheduled for next Monday, when we'll know more about that second sac. In the meantime, I have to take it easy today and tomorrow (I'm working from home) and to stop with the baby aspirin. He also checked out the track marks on my butt and said I was actually doing well with the shots - not too lumpy.

Whew! As the Mr. says, two is better than none.

fear

I had a gift card for a facial and haircut (my regular hairdresser is on maternity leave until late May), so I cashed in today. In between the facial (lovely. included hot rock massage of my upper chest. oh. my. god.), I had to pee. After nothing much in the way of spotting for the last 24 hours, I wiped to find bright red. Red. Red water in the toilet.

I freaked, but went back for my haircut. I don't know what came over me, but I let him cut a good 5 inches off my hair. From down my back to brushing my shoulders.

Afterward, I came right home and called Dr. H's office. Again, the message service, but this time, the other doctor (not nurse practitioner) was on duty. P's doc. He was brusque. Said it didn't sound like a miscarriage. Said, if it was, there wasn't anything that we could do. Said 70% of women have bleeding during pregnancy. Suggested that I hang out in bed. Apparently, when you move (walk) around, the uterus has little contractions all the time and that, whatever's going on in there, the blood was coming out with the contractions. So, back to bed. This is getting a little old.

Monday: ultrasound. Maybe we'll find out what's going on.