Hang In There, Baby

Two things:

1) Yes, my husband actually did that down there. Id'n he the sweetest?

2) I had a pretty severe bleeding incident last night, followed by a pretty severe meltdown, complete with hysterical sobbing and demanding of, "Why, why, why is this happening again?" I assumed it was the beginning of the end, went to bed with a towel under me, and stared bleakly at the wall while I waited for the night to be over.

But then I woke up and nothing had happened. No bleeding in the night, no clots or tissue or anything to indicate an actual miscarriage. No cramping, even. And I'm not spotting at all this morning. I called the doctor, had my blood drawn at nine, and I'm going into the office for an ultrasound at twelve fifteen. I stopped at the store on my way home from the lab and got a pregnancy test, thinking that if I were miscarrying, the positive line would be really faint, probably, or even gone altogether.

Well. The positive strip turned dark purple the second the urine hit it- I mean, it's even darker than the control line. So that... has to be good, right? Right? And for whatever reason, I FEEL good. I feel like it's going to be okay somehow.

I'll update later. Please please, pray for me, think positive thoughts, whisper to the baby to STAY PUT- whatever you can think of.