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.