I am starting to fret big-time over my lack of symptoms. I don't feel remotely pregnant. Not that having symptoms helped my last pregnancy, it would just be reassuring right now, so I know I'm not having another "chemical" pregnancy.
It's also interesting how no one says "congratulations" yet. I don't want anyone to say congratulations, so it's a nice confluence of events.
Yesterday I had some dark bleeding while The Chebs and I were at Gymboree. A moment after I discovered it, a lady started banging on the door because her son was about to pee his pants. I'm still pretty mad at her, and am making a mental note never to bang on a bathroom door, because you don't know if there is a lady in there who has suffered two miscarriages and took six months to get pregnant again discovering dark blood in her underwear.
Anyway, I called our new OB-GYN, Dr. W., and his office was so incredible, so adept at handling my nervousness. They fit me in RIGHT AWAY, and I chucked Chebbles in the car ("Say goodbye to Gymboree! RIGHT NOW.") and drove down there as carefully as I could. Chebbles sat on my lap while he administered an ultrasound. At first she was excited because she saw the ultrasound monitor and said, "Thomas!", thinking we were going to watch some Thomas the Tank Engine videos.
I told her that no, we were going to look at some pictures live from Mama's popo. That was pretty exciting too. And the most exciting part was that the gestational sac was sitting in the right place, and it even seemed to have a speck inside of it, a little embryo speck.
So all good news for now, but I would like to have some reassuring symptoms, please.
