Ok. Maybe first trimester bleeding isn't art-y. It is, however, murdery. Which makes me wonder if I'm going in the total wrong direction with the art thing, because perhaps I should focus on TV? CSI: My Underwear? Law and Order: Underwear Unit? Or possibly reality TV: My Big Fat Asshole Uterus!
Friday, I ended up going to the doctor to get a repeat beta. The nurse told me I could have an ultrasound if I wanted, even though it was probably too early to see anything at all. All I heard was ULTRASOUND which is basically like blowing into my ear and hand feeding me fancy chocolates on a deserted beach.
So I had my ultrasound and we could see what might be the gestational sac, but might also be free fluid. Or a gerbil for all we could tell. My beta on Thursday was around 5000, and Friday it was 6244. So far, not a miscarriage but for added fun: hey! It might just be too early for your number to go down! Enjoy your waiting!
Friday was mostly just brown spotting and I was starting to feel a little better, especially after all the comments on my last post. But Friday night, while sitting on the couch and watching True Blood (I wish I was kidding) I felt a giant gush and it was...gross. Red. Gross. Gross. Gross. I'm surprised that vampires aren't outside my house right now trying to get in on all this blood action.
Saturday was miserable. I had cramps and heavy bleeding and it was awful. That's all I really have to say about that.
Sunday, the bleeding was almost nonexistent. No cramps.
Monday, I went back for another beta, and it was just over 11,000.
My ultrasound is Friday. I'm distracting myself with baybee cuddles, cookies, and Wii Tetris Party. I apologize for my lack of updates - I seem to be suffering from soul crushing exhaustion. I've been working on this post since Monday.
I'm completely surprised at my reaction to this situation. When I imagined this happening, I imagined being a red-faced snot-nosed tear factory. Really I'm just tired of my own complaints and ready for this to either be over, or to move on, or whatever. I have a lot of beer and coffee to drink if I'm not pregnant, is what I'm getting at.
If I am still pregnant, I'm guessing it's a boy. Since it's being such a pain in the ass.
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