Last night I had my first scare. I had a teeny bit of spotting on a trip to the restroom, and thirty minutes later a bit more. That was it, but it threw me into a tailspin. I read everything I could in the books I have, and I know that a small amount of spotting can be normal. It seems like mine is of the normal variety, but no newly pregnant woman wants to see even the remotest of pink.
Last night, my dreams were frought with horrid dreams of losing the baby. Our OB appointment is not until Friday. I don’t need this anxiety. I have plenty.
I wish that I could just think positively, that I wouldn’t have any fodder for thinking otherwise. I need that right now. I need a break from the worry.
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Thanks girls. I need the positivity. I called the doctor and they found me an appointment for tomorrow, which is a relief. I’m still spotting off and on today, which makes me dread my frequent trips to the restroom. I will be much more at ease when tomorrow comes.
