Highs and lows

Dear Munchkin,

Last weekend, we told Grammy and Papa D and Nana about you, and they are ecstatic.  It was amazing to tell them, to watch their faces as they absorbed the news, to have them share in our joy.  An incredible high.

And then the long weekend was over; Daddy and I came back from visiting my parents on Sunday night and got to spend some quality time together on Monday since it was a holiday...and then Monday night, I started spotting.

It was terrifying.  All things considered, it was pretty minor.  There was nothing at 7 p.m. when I took some medicine, and then at 8.15 when I went to the bathroom again there was blood.  Dark red blood. My doctor had asked me at our last visit if I'd had any spotting, and I said no.  She said that it's OK if I do, and that I only need to call if it's "bright red blood."  This wasn't bright red.  Intellectually I was pretty sure it was alright.  But Daddy and I held each other tightly and tried (unsuccessfully, in my case) not to cry.  I waited an hour, then checked again, and there was no more blood.  Checked again a while later, and in the middle of the night, and in the morning; still no more blood.  My heart eased a bit, and I was able to breathe again.  Still, it was the scariest thing that has happened so far in my pregnancy.  Daddy told you, "Munchkin, stay in there and keep growing.  Don't you go anywhere.  Don't you leave us.  It's very important that you start listening to Mommy and Daddy now...it's a good precedent."  And you listened, dear Munchkin.  Thank G-d and G-d bless you, you listened.

love,
the infertile turtle who knows that at the moment, she's still your Mommy...but hopes to feel even more reassured after tomorrow's ultrasound