And I don't really find it's jokes all that funny.
I can go for a few days with no spotting or bleeding, and then wake up with a bunch of junk... I don't even know what to call it, dark brown with clots, and sometimes it's red, but it's always a lovely morning surprise. Gag. And with the junk comes painful cramps and a sore uterus, which makes me really glad my RE prescribed me V.ic.odin... because on some days I need it.
This morning was one of those mornings (*sigh*)
I can't begin to describe this to people in my life. I don't feel like saying, "Oh yeah, I'm REALLY anxious today because I woke up to a puddle of junk and clots down there, accompanied by uterus shattering cramps." They know I have a clot, I've been on bed rest, I take injections daily, but they don't know what all that entails. As far as they're concerned, the baby is still alive so everything must be fine... right? I'll gladly put up with all this if the baby comes out alive, but I have less faith in that outcome than everyone else.
I am VERY thankful I haven't had any recurrent incidents like when we ended up in the ER those two times though. I can't even begin to convey to anyone how scary that was.
But it's still hard, not having any clue what tomorrow is going to be like.
Just a few more days... Wednesday will be here before I know it, right?