Last night was spent in the ER.
The Man and I went out for dinner, and stopped by Whole Foods on the way home. Walking out of the store I felt something I shouldn't: I felt like I started my period. When we got home, I went straight to the bathroom to investigate and found waaaaaaaaay too much blood for any normal first-trimester "spotting."
I sat and stared at the mess in my underwear. And then I wiped and stared at the mess on the toilet paper.
"Honey...?" I called. "I need to go to the doctor."
We sped to the ER, certain that I was miscarrying. After a fair amount of waiting around to be seen, an ER doctor performed a pelvic exam (which I was able to watch reflected in the mirror behind his head - not awesome). His suspicion after the exam was that the miscarriage was complete, but he ordered an ultrasound to be sure.
There was plenty of more waiting while we watched a little Austin City Limits (Gnarls Barkley and Thievery Corporation), tried to get used to the idea that we were no longer pregnant, and wondered how much this little ER visit would cost us.
Finally I was wheeled up to ultrasound and, after answering more (of the exact same) questions, the ultrasound began. She wanted to take a look at my uterus, ovaries, and kidneys. She started with my uterus, for obvious reasons, and on her first super-zoom-in, we all saw it. The Man let out an audible gasp.
There was clearly a little bean with a perfectly active heartbeat in there. I hadn't miscarried! (But then, what the hell was all that blood about?)
At the conclusion of the ultrasound, I was wheeled back down to the ER to wait for my eventual diagnosis: threatened miscarriage. The ultrasound showed a uterine hematoma near where the placenta is forming and attaching. Otherwise, everything looks normal and my hormone levels are right where they should be. That's the "good" news. The bad news is that a threatened miscarriage increases the likelihood that I'll actually miscarry.
For now, all I can do is take it easy and wait to see what happens. It's only been 24 hours, and the waiting is already killing me.
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