After my post yesterday, I went home from work to discover that I felt a little bit wet in the nether regions. Thinking this was normal pregnancy discharge, I checked, and found that no, in fact, this was about 8 liters of blood soaking my underwear. Or so it seemed, as time slowed and I stopped breathing. In reality, it was only maybe a few tablespoons, and it was brown, which was a good thing – brown blood is old blood, and usually doesn’t indicate miscarriage.
I paged the doctor on call for my clinic, and he told me that while he wasn’t worried about what I was describing, I should put my feet up for the rest of the evening and get in to the office first thing in the morning. “Because you’ll want to hear the heartbeats,” he said. And he was right. I did. More than anything.
We went in at 9am today, where we were reassured that “90% of women who go through IVF have bleeding in their first trimester.” Which was indeed reassuring, but it really would have been nice to know that a little earlier. I dunno, maybe before the Red Tide of Terror?
The ultrasound revealed two healthy embryos with steady heartbeats, measuring 9 weeks and 2 days and 9 weeks and 3 days. I am 9 weeks and 1 day pregnant, so the babies are clearly eating their Wheaties.
As always, the doctor printed out ultrasound photos for me. And when I looked? I swear I could see those kids laughing at me.