Today, I saw a drop of blood.
Freaked the shit out of me. It was tiny, smaller than any I’d ever seen before. But it was bleeding from where the baby is growing. And that’s not supposed to happen until late December.
I googled like there is no tomorrow, and I discovered that it’s probably implantation bleeding, which can take a few days to travel down, even though that happened awhile ago. I’m a little less freaked out now, but I’m not as confident as I was, and I cancelled my spin class so I didn’t jar anything.
I’m sure it’s nothing. Or if it is something, there’s not much I can do about it. I’ve gotten super careful about food. I try to exercise a bit every day. I’m not jarring too much. I went to acupuncture this morning. Everything I can do, I’m dong.
I also bought a onesie today. It’s a wolf, and it’ll be the way we tell mama and papa that I’m pregnant. I need to be careful not to buy too much, because I could go crazy and buy more than I necessary. Plus, I feel like I jinxed myself by buying something for the baby. Of course, I also bought a Paddington Bear when we were in London for the baby, because I was certain that we must have gotten pregnant then. I’ll be able to give that now.
We took another brand of pregnancy test this morning. It’s also positive. It’s almost surreal, but it’s also a setting in. 27 days until my doctor’s appointment. It’s such a long time. I understand why, but sheesh, this is going to kill me.