Well, I sort of went straight from disbelief to freaking out. Yesterday (sorry if this is TMI, welcome to a pregnancy blog) I was having a little spotting and mild cramping. Though at first I didn’t think much of it, I started to worry a little when it didn’t go away. Consulted Babycenter and What to Expect, and I decided I might as well make the call to the doctor’s office. Talked to the nurse practitioner on call, who was pretty reassuring. She said I had done the right thing to call, and told me to go over to the hospital and get some blood drawn. Strangely enough, that made me feel better. Some people would become even more nervous at the idea of being told to go to the hospital, but I was just glad to have something to do.

So she said it could potentially be three things: implantation bleeding, something not progressing right with the pregnancy (a nice way to say possible miscarriage), and least likely, a sign of ectopic pregnancy. Most likely the first, but always good to rule out the other two. So off I went and got three little vials drawn, and now I sit waiting to hear results from the doctor’s office. Left a message this morning, will probably call back if I don’t hear anything by lunchtime. Apparently they’ll measure the level of hCG in my blood, and then either do an ultrasound or take another measure two days later.

In the meantime, spotting has stopped, cramping (it was always faint) is pretty much gone. Now I just have sore boobs, am peeing all the time, and feel vaguely sick. You’d never think that list would make a person feel better, but there you have it. If nothing else comes of this (and I hope nothing does), at least I’ll get some independent confirmation that I’m really, honest-to-God, pregnant. My husband is getting a little annoyed with the fact that, every time he excitedly says “you’re pregnant!!”, I respond with something like “it would seem so!” I’m just still not entirely ready to believe.