It’s a miracle I don’t have whiplash. One minute I am, for the first time in this pregnancy, feeling like I can breathe. I have two little heartbeats inside me. All is well.
And then BAM–cramps, blood, and I’m back to the constant stream of worry and what ifs: what if I lose one? What if I lose both?? What if these aren’t my take-home babies??? What if I have to go through all of this again????
You guys, I can’t believe I have to wait until Monday for my next ultrasound. Seriously, why don’t we get one everyday?
Thankfully the spotting seems to have stopped. I’m still a little crampy, though. I’m basically on bed rest until Monday, so there aren’t a lot of opportunities to distract myself. Guess I will be hitting up Netflix to try and find a show (preferably comedy) that I haven’t already seen. Or at least one I don’t mind watching again. And I’ll be listening to my guided meditation on a constant loop.
Man I hate this. I hate everything about this.
Those of you who pray, say a few syllables for the hubs and I and our blueberries. It’s going to be a long weekend.