Shocks of bright red lead to... nothing. Blood never even touched the pad I was wearing last night, and there was nothing but the brown streaky remains of whatever last night's event was this morning.
And here I am again. Waiting for an ultrasound, probably tuesday.
Why not go in today or tomorrow, Justonemore? Honestly, it won't be conclusive. Today I'm 5+6, tomorrow I'm 6+0. Both days sort of on the cusp of when you can see something good. Tuesday I will be 6+5, and there will either be a baby with a heartbeat in my uterus, or there won't be. If I learned tomorrow that things didn't look good, say, there was an empty gestational sac in there, well, what good would this do me? I would still have to go to Jury Duty on Friday. This weekend would still be a Memorial Day Holiday Weekend where I have Monday off. I am still home with my family.
If I saw I had a SCH, well, I would be told to lay around with my feet up. Well, after this scare, I will do that one way or another.
No, I am just going to keep to my schedule as planned. All that's different is that I'm headed to my tuesday ultrasound much more solemnly than I might have. The blood has forced me to face that I am for now pregnant - and later may not be - head on.