This morning seemed to be the end of the fresh blood. Most of the day, the bleeding has been either brown, or just barely there with my system clearing out some final blood residue.
Just when I thought "Ok, that wasn't too bad" boom, bright red, fresh blood starting all over again.
And I'm 8w2d so it's expected that I would have mild cramps and twinges and gurgles and stuff. Nothing has been painful, but every fucking twitch has me analyzing what it means and if it could be bad. I can't determine what's normal 8 week stuff and what might signal disaster!
I'm not really having nausea anymore so the absence of that symptom makes me freak out. However, the last couple of days, I've been feeling pregnant in that my abdomen has been heavy. Am I potentially missing a missed miscarriage? You know, the kind where your symptoms go away because the heart(s) stopped beating but you don't actually expel the fetus(es)?
As I sit here writing this, I'm having a small shooting pain on my waistline, about halfway between my belly button and my right side.
And apropos of absolutely nothing, I got a notice for jury duty in January. AGAIN. I fucking hate being forced into downtown Seattle during the potentially snowy season. The last time I had jury duty, in the same building as this time, I got trapped on a bus for 5 hours because it began to snow hard on the way home and no one in this part of Washington can deal with it. I didn't even make it home. I finally gave up when we crawled onto the the exit that would take me to my parents house and had my dad come pick me up from there. K was behind me in traffic so I just told him to meet me there and we spent the night at my folks. To tell you how obnoxious this is, on an average day, it takes about 10 minutes to get from my parents house to my house. But the traffic was SOOOO bad, and so refusing to move, that we were anticipating another 2-3 hours to travel those couple of miles making it pointless to try. Yeah, I really want the potential of doing that again at around 14 weeks pregnant. Assuming I can even get to 14 fucking weeks pregnant which right now I'm having some serious doubts about.
Unhappy Alex is Unhappy.
4 more days until my next ultrasound.