I graduated to the OB last week. Fretting whether to stay with my practice, I found myself too tired to start over. Elf history is like jumping into the last chapter of a long, complicated drama. I actually SAW said OB, Dr. Messy. He reviewed my history and proceeded to tell me to call and come in any time I felt I needed to see/hear what was going on. Reassuring.
I'd felt zonked for Friday and Saturday. And by Sunday I was dragging even slower. I felt a gush of fluid and ran to the bathroom. Bright red.
Having a normal 9 weeks of pregnancy lulls even the most cynical loser into feeling lucky. I believe my guard had been down all of one minute.
I managed to get in to see Dr. Messy today. Elf's heart beats and body grew from a few days ago. But, in case I'd forgotten for a minute there, this isn't going to be easy. Misfit doesn't do easy. Yes, Universe, I remain humbled. Especially with the new diagnoses added to my chart, "Threatened Abortion."