We had our third ultrasound. My husband had a trial that was scheduled late last week and he couldn’t make it to the appointment. I put my big girl panties on and went by myself.
I wasn’t too worried because finally my spotting stopped!
I held my breath and waited to see a heartbeat. I did see it. Whew! Measuring at 7w4d on Monday and had a heartbeat of 152. I almost felt good.
The woman kept snapping photos and doing measurements. She told me.. “I’m just measuring this little subchorionic hematoma. It’s a small bleed, but don’t worry, it’s normal and I see it in 50% of pregnancies. It’s probably why you were spotting”
I replied “but I’ve stopped spotting and this wasn’t there last week!”
“Don’t worry it’s normal.”
Uhh yea, right. Worried. One of these days an ultrasound will just be good news. Again, today is not the day.
We finished up the appointment and the lady told me I should schedule an appointment with my regular Ob… Then she said “we’re done here”
I started freaking out… “What do you mean we’re done here? Like done done?”
“Yep, were done.”
Me “so I’m not coming back???” Panic attack!
Her… Laughing… “No, just for today!”
“Oh I thought you meant I was done here. I was told I was here until 12 weeks, and this is not 12 weeks! I almost died!”
And so I called my husband and told him the news and we agreed… I don’t know when I will actually feel good about this situation, but again… Today is not the day.
In related news, my pants barely button. I long for the days of elastic waistbands!