It's been a long week.

No Joke.  A long week.

Last Friday, the 24th (9w1d), I awoke to pee for the 2nd (or 3rd?) time that night.   Unfortunately, I found that I was bleeding-- enough that no matter how many times I wiped, I had toilet paper covered with bright red blood.

Awesome.

I immediately told DH and got my phone to call the 'emergency line' for my OB.  Keep in mind this is about 6:15am.  I thought it was over.   I listened as the on-call doc asked me questions about the last time we had sex, activities, etc.  Nothing that was too alarming.  But as I talked I started to realize what this could be.  The panic of having a third baby turned to the desperate hope that it wasn't over.  I hung up the phone and I cried.  DH stayed home from work, giving up another sick day.  That mean one less day at home with (hopeful) baby 3.0.  (We have zero paid maternity/paternity days as teachers).

I then had to wait until 8:30a to make an appointment for an u/s that day.  The next apt wasn't until 12:45p.  So I laid low and waited. . . . .awake for most of it.

Once I got there (and waited some more) I had another vaginal u/s.  I was hoping to be done with those stupid things.  We saw baby moving around looking almost like he/she was doing some kind of hip-shaking dance move.  Baby was so much bigger than the last time we had an u/s. Heart rate was much stronger at 170bpm.

It was great to see baby looking so well on the u/s but it also left me without any answers as to what caused the bleeding.  My OB (whom I have a love/hate relationship with) didn't give me much to go off of.  All I knew was that baby looked okay.  For that moment, I had to be happy with that.

I continued to have 'old dark blood' every day until yesterday, Thursday the 30th . . .

Yesterday I awoke to more bright red blood.  This time I felt a bit more familiar with the situation.
I again called my OB and talked to the doc on-call.  This time it was my OB.  Again I was told to come in for an u/s.  DH had already left for work, so I called and told him to go on with his day until I knew when the u/s appointment would be.  After a bunch of screwy phone calls trying to make an appointment, I finally got the one time they would give me (see: I had no choice) at 11:30.
Poor DH had to completely rearrange his schedule and take another 1/2 sick day as he had the only car with the boys' car seats and therefore I couldn't meet him at the doctor's office.

Once I got there I had to wait a long time to be seen by the u/s tech.  Again with the dildo-cam they looked at baby.  Baby was moving all about and had a strong heart rate of 173bpm.  Baby was also measuring just behind my EDD at 9w3d. (Currently 10w exactly on Thursday).
After the u/s my OB came in and basically said I wouldn't benefit from seeing my perinatologist for an u/s and that It's most likely SCH (subchorionic hematoma) (90% sure) and that I might have to just keep coming in for u/s to check on baby any time this happens.  Of course if I get far enough along and can feel baby move then I might not feel the need to come all the way to the doctor at those times.  She also was very blunt and 'blasé' about the fact that it "is or isn't a miscarriage and there's nothing I can do about it" blah blah blah.  She seriously has NO bedside manner at all.  I reminded her that this is our last embryo and shot at this so it's not such a flippant thing for me.  She has another patient "Stacey"--yes, she told me her name, (HIPA laws anyone?) that apparently has have SCH since the beginning and is 20w now with some huge clotting.  My guess is she will continue to compare me to her the rest of my pregnancy, whether it is the same or not. . . sigh.

So it has been a long, long, week.

I'm taking it easy as I am basically on pelvic rest again (no sex, no exercise) until further notice.  I will update with any further info I have about the 'new situation'.