Yesterday morning, at 8w1d, I got up just after 6:00 a.m. as usual. I went into the bathroom to start my morning routine. That is where things got scary. When I wiped after my pee, I noticed I was spotting. It was dark brown and kind of stringy, but there was a fair amount of it.
My heart started pounding and I started to sweat. I could feel myself getting dizzy, so I booted it back to the bedroom to lie down for a minute. I was absolutely terrified. How could this be happening?
After lying there for a couple of minutes and taking some deep breaths, I started to feel a bit better and was able to get myself moving again. D was at work and I had to get Littleman up and to daycare. I had a quick shower, called in sick to work and left a message for my OB’s office. Somehow I managed to get Littleman fed, dressed and out the door.
I came back home and hit the couch. I logged on to my work computer remotely, but my concentration just wasn’t there so I didn’t get much done.
The OB’s office called back just before 9:00. They wanted me to get an ultrasound, so emailed me a requisition. I was able to get an appointment nearby for 2:30 p.m., which left me with a few hours to kill. Between trips to the bathroom to check on the spotting (which, for the most part had tapered off) I watched a couple episodes of Big Brother on my PVR. It’s an awful show but I kind of love it anyway. It was definitely a decent distraction.
D called to say he was coming home from work to go to the appointment with me. I know how hard it is for him to get out of work so I really, really appreciated it. When I found out about my mmc back in March, D was busy so my mom had taken me to the hospital. I can’t imagine having been completely alone.
Anyway, as it got closer to the appointment time, I got more and more nervous. I chugged the required 1/2 litre of water, which didn’t help the horrible feeling in my stomach.
Luckily they took me in pretty quickly when we arrived at the ultrasound clinic. The technologist (thank goodness) mumbled something almost immediately when she put the wand on my belly, along the lines of “I’ll just look a bit more and then show you the baby.”
After a pretty quick abdominal ultrasound, she let me pee (best feeling ever!) and then did a transvaginal ultrasound. That one took a lot longer but then, finally, I got to see my sweet little Bo. There he/she was, looking much more like a real baby and with a nice strong heartbeat flickering away at 170 bpm! The tech said the baby was measuring 8w1d (perfect!). She gave me a printout of the ultrasound and sent me on my way, saying the doctor would get the results.
So, I still have no idea what caused the spotting but I am so incredibly relieved that Bo is still in there and apparently growing as expected. Hopefully, I’ll hear from Dr. P’s office soon so I’ll know for sure if there is anything to worry about. But, I’m guessing there will probably be no explanation for the spotting.
I wish I could be one of those people who has a relatively straightforward, uneventful pregnancy, but I guess that’s not meant to be. This probably won’t be the only freak-out moment of this pregnancy. However, I can only hope that things continue to be OK in there. For now, crisis averted.