I Knew It

Yesterday — Mother’s Day — I just felt off. 

We told my in-laws about the pregnancy, and later my grandmother and immediate family. 

And then I went to the bathroom, and saw blood. 

I knew that would happen. I knew I would tell people, and that would happen. 

My back had been bothering me all day, like it would before I got my period. I was never really crampy, I felt more irritated than anything else. 

I left Mother’s Day dinner and came home and laid down. The spotting never got any worse, and I haven’t had any yet today, so that’s a relief. 

I know that there’s a lot going on in there, and bleeding is not uncommon (I had little bout of spotting with my last pregnancy as well), and some of the medication I’m taking will make any bleeding I have look worse than it really is. 

I also know, if something bad is going to happen, it’s just going to happen. There’s nothing I can do or could have done differently. 

My next ultrasound is scheduled for Friday when I’ll be 7w5d. I’m waiting to hear back from my nurse to see if they want me in sooner. 

And so we wait. 

I Knew It