Spaghetti tongs will never be the same...

Well, it was back to the ER this morning.

I woke up around 6am with a rush of leakage and extremely painful contractions. After 2 hours of hell in the bathroom (poor Jason) and repeated calls to the ER doctor, we decided to go back in. Jason was using his cool new watch to time the length of the contractions and the time in between. By the time we left the apartment the contractions were almost 2 minutes long and only about 10 seconds between each one. I was also having mini puke sessions from the pain. What a wonderful way to wake up!

When we arrived at the Er, the nurse gave me a nice long needle in my butt-- thank god for chub because I didn't feel a thing! The pain continued, so the doctor went in... I couldn't see... I just assumed it was those nice long Q-tip swabs like they use for the annual exams... It wasn't until we were on the way home that Jason told me it was actually about 12inch long spaghetti tongs. Whatever the doctor did worked, because the cramping almost instantly stopped. As if I haven't been gross enough, the reality is that he pulled out a number of large clots that were having a hard time passing on their own. The contractions were my body's way of trying to get them out....

At least now we know that if it happens again, Jason should just get the tongs out!

Okay, I'm done begin disgusting... I feel great now... almost a euphoria to be out of pain... I think the vicatin might have something to do with it too!

The physical pain has actually been a nice distraction from the heart pain we were having yesterday.... there was no time to be sappy and sad this morning... just desperate thoughts to make it stop...

I'm on the couch relaxing... and enjoying my little vicatin high... I also talked to my regular doctor, Dr.Sinopli, just a little while ago. She has a plan for if the contractions happen again so that I don't have to go back to the ER--- thank god for health insurance!

Thank you for all your continued thoughts and prayers--- the doctors and nurses have been reassuring that a miscarriage tends to clean out the pathways so that our next attempt at baby brock should come quickly and be relatively problem- free (hopefully)

And hugs and kisses to my adorable husband... I think his fingers are still stuck together from my squeezes... he has been a wonderful support through every step and disgusting stage of this process... I could not have done this without him... I'm the luckiest women in the world to be married to him...