By Kim Blakely, Mojo’s mama
I’ve had a spot of trouble.
That is to say, I had some spotting – just a little, and just once – on Sunday night, and I immediately convinced myself of impending doom.
My husband tried to talk me down, but I must confess I was in no shape to hear anything reassuring right at that moment.
Sunday night I “slept” in a bed of fear, although I use that word loosely because I woke up at least every couple of hours and skittered off to the bathroom to see if there was any new sign that this amazing early pregnancy was coming to a screeching halt.
Seeing that bit of pink that wasn’t supposed to be there had taken me right back to the miscarriage I had just before I got pregnant with Mojo – and that was somewhere I definitely did not want to be. I had been so worried about seeing blood in that region of my body that I’ve only reluctantly and pathetically rarely shaved my nether regions, lest I nick myself with the razor and be scared by the resulting association.
But you know what? There’s been nary a drop of anything that’s not supposed to be there since. (I’m knocking wood as I type this, of course.)
I called my doctor’s office and talked with a nurse about the spotting and about the tenderness I noticed in my abdomen just after I saw it. Her advice was to take it easy for the next couple of days and try extra fluids. Basically, no one there seems all that concerned so I’m trying not to be either.
But all this makes waiting for the ultrasound next week that much harder. And who knew the waiting could be any harder?!
It doesn’t help that I’m having hardly any pregnancy symptoms that I can’t directly attribute to the progesterone supplements I’m taking and that I’m starting to wonder if there’s really a baby in there after all …
Anyone out there have any successful pregnancy stories after spotting early on? Any scares you might share with me that turned out to be A-OK? ‘Cause I might not have been ready to hear it Sunday night, but I sure am ready now.