My mom has insisted I'm a drama queen. I really don't mean to be. I just want a happy, normal pregnancy. On Sunday, I went to the bathroom, and noticed bleeding. I freaked, called the doctor, and my mom took me to the ER. The bleeding kept getting worse and I really thought I was having a miscarriage. I wanted to go home, but the nurse said to stay so I could get an ultrasound to rule out an ectopic pregnancy. My mom and I spent 2 hours in the ER, watching the Olympics and starving. Finally, I got my ultrasound, but the tech was colder than cold. She laid me down so I couldn't see anything at all. She wouldn't tell me anything. I was told it would be about 15, 20 minutes. After an hour, and my mom asking again if I could eat anything (NOPE!!), I was shoved out of my room, so a woman who was giving birth in her car could have my room. I got a front row view of the isolette and the new mom and her baby. It ripped me apart. My mom turned into mamabear and screamed at every nurse she saw, and miraculously, they found me a room, the doctor had the results and someone brought me a sandwich. All they could tell me was... nothing... Maybe I would miscarry, maybe not. I left feeling weepy, sure that I would be miscarrying that night. Overnight, the bleeding stopped. I called the nurse from my doctor's office and she said that can happen during a miscarriage and that I needed my HCG level rechecked. It was almost 10,000 on Sunday. On Tuesday, is was over 13,000, my prog. was 22, and the nurse was really happy with all that! I don't need to get my level rechecked and I get to have an ultrasound on Monday (this time at my doctor's office where someone will talk to me!).
For now, I'm still pregnant, feeling exhausted and getting more and more nauseous as the days go on. I'm hoping for a strong heartbeat on Monday and for more morning sickness and more exhaustion.