Headstands...

So, the reality of pregnancy drama emerged today. I would love to spare graphic details, but most of you reading this know me well enough to know that I usually spare none! I had some spotting today, and it sent me into emotional rollercoaster land. It was only a small amount of goo. According to hours of googling, it's probably just old blood or a sensitive cell up in womb-land, but not terribly uncommon in the first trimester.

I talked to my doctor's nurse-- and she didn't seem concerned as long as there wasn't cramping or a fever. Then, of course, my paranoia set in-- and I couldn't tell the difference between a cramp-- tight nylons-- or gas-- so, I just started going to the bathroom every 5 minutes trying to assess the leakage--

The final draw came when I saw my cute little husband who started rubbing my back and asking if I was feeling okay-- yeah-- that was the breaking point-- and the flood gates broke--needless to say, I starting blubbering that I was spotting and needed to go home to put squishies on and watch Oprah-- (a phone call to mom on the way home also helped-- thanks mama)

I've been laying still on the couch ever since-- no more leaking-- hopefully--occasionally crossing my legs just in case that helps to keep baby brock in-- and wondering if a headstand should be my next move it happens again---