Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Scary Stuff

Last night and today, I've been spotting a little bit. It's not too bad and I'm trying to stay calm and not panic, but it's not easy... I'm basically waiting for it to get worse...

I want my mom.

OK. I know it's probably not a big deal, but for someone terrified of miscarrying, nothing is scarier than blood, right?

Hang in there, little hobbit, hang in there.

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Update at 3:30pm...

Well I feel better, nothing else happening, so that's good. I'm thinking happy thoughts, visualizing (if 'daydreaming' is the same thing as 'visualizing') and looking forward to getting my books in the mail. I'm pretty sure they'll tell me that this is normal and nothing to worry about. It's a beautiful day outside, I get off work in 2 hours, and our new washer should be arriving at the house right this minute.

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Update at 10:00am...

The books didn't arrive in the mail. The washer won't be delivered until Friday. But, I'm not seeing any more scary scary spots, so I really couldn't care less about anything else.

4 comments:

Bella said...

I spotted for the first few weeks, if that makes you feel any better.
Oh, and ya...you'll spot after having sex too. That put an end to some fun for a few days! ;)

Benjamin said...

Well, congratulations (on the pregnancy - not the spotting)! I'm glad to hear it (once again, about the pregnancy)! You'll be a great mother. (My computer has been sick or I would have said something sooner.) This is very happy news! Woo hoo!

Mara said...

Thanks Ben! I wondered when you'd come out of your computer-virus-induced hibernation! I would have told you on the phone except you didn't call me back... ;-)

I'm afraid the blog will be rather graphic from here on out, it might be too much for a bachelor-guy to read. On the other hand you weathered Amanda's...

Benjamin said...

It's okay about the upcoming graphic nature of your blog. I look forward to it as a learning experience; preparation for the day when my swimmers hit their mark and all hell breaks loose in baby town.