So, we had a great weekend. Blah blah blah.
I’m officially seven weeks pregnant. You know what that means right? It’s time for me to freak out about something.
Monday night. Lots of cramping and pain. Then of course, blood.
Can I tell you how much I hate that? I spent Monday night being terrified and freaked out. We called the afterhours number and they told me to call the office in the morning and schedule an ultrasound.
This is exactly what happened with Jeffrey. Blood clot at 6 1/2 weeks, cue 17 ultrasounds and culminating in preemie child. I cannot adequately explain how petrified I am that this could happen again. Jeffrey did well. He’s doing fabulous but the NICU is a scary scary place. I don’t want to go back there.
Anyway, I ended up getting an ultrasound yesterday. They found two cysts on my left ovary. They found a blood clot but it’s small. Not giant like it was with Jeffrey. They also found a heartbeat at around 125 bpm. (Which is good!!) Apparently because I have a heart shaped uterus, I may be prone to throwing clots. The whole heart shaped uterus thing just mucks everything up as far as I can tell. It’s also is a risk factor for preterm labor. Just one of many. Biggest risk factor of course being Jeffrey.
So they don’t want to see me back for two weeks. I have a doctor’s appointment next Friday and then another ultrasound scheduled for the 29th. They said the baby is measuring at 7 weeks and looks “perfect” so try and not worry.
I’m trying. It’s just that last time, I didn’t know what to be afraid of. Now I know exactly what to be frightened of and I can’t just wish those thoughts away. Let’s face it, I’m not a glass half full kind of girl and this kind of thing stretches my optimism and positivity. That being said, I am fairly calm now. I did do this whole bleeding thing last time and Jeffrey is very healthy.
But just to be safe if you have any extra prayers, send one over to Future-Child. We can use whatever you want to throw at us.