a scary day

Yesterday was not a fun day. I noticed I had some light pink spotting when I went to the bathroom so I called my regular doctor since I didn't have an OB yet. They told me to make my way to the ER to make sure I wasn't miscarrying. Though that was the worry going through my mind ever since I first noticed the spotting, hearing someone say the word is about the worst.

So after a morning meeting at work I headed up to the hospital and called The Husband to let him know what was going on. He's been fighting a head cold so he left work to be with me -- his co-workers thought he was just going to the doctor, which wasn't that far from the truth.

We were there for six long hours. They asked many questions, took a lot of blood, and I even had my introduction to the vaginal ultrasound, though I am so early (4 weeks, 1 day yesterday) they didn't expect to see anything, and nothing was seen.

The doctor's final verdict -- other than "we can't really know for sure, and we couldn't do anything about it anyway" -- is he felt I was not miscarrying. He gave me a 75% chance in favor of being all right. They told me to take it easy and watch out for more spotting which, knock on wood, I have not seen any more of.

Also, at the end of the day, I got my OB referral in from my GP and my first appointment is in 2 1/2 weeks. However, I called them today to inform them of the ER thrill ride and they want me to come by tomorrow for some more blood work, which I am actually ecstatic about. See, they can actually measure the amount of that hormone that makes home pregnancy tests possible -- the amount in your blood should rise at a certain pace every 48 hours. Yesterday mine was 380. Hopefully it will have risen tomorrow. That's the logical, science-y part that my brain can wrap around when I'm feeling so worrisome otherwise.