Well, the weekend with the Aunt went by without any family member finding out we are pregnant. But that is not to say it wasn't eventful.
Most of the time I get up at least two times in the night to pee. One night at my aunts I got up and I found blood. Very little blood. But blood. I went into my husband and we tried to work out what to do.
We ended up going to the emergency room.
The prognosis was that everything was probably fine- that if it wasn't there was nothing they could do, and if we have any more bleeding or sever pain to come in again. So far I haven't had either. The doctor recommended that if we are still nervous we should go to a GP and organise another ultra sound.
So that's what I'm hoping to do today.
I just want to stop being afraid!
I have vomited every morning. This morning it took a while. Once again the fear rose up. I can't loose thumper- I cried to Earl. But soon the vomit came. But I'm still scared.
Happy 9 weeks Thumper. Maybe there be many, many more. Please God!