Whoa hey, it’s not Sunday or Monday.  And yet I am updating.

So last time, I mentioned that I thought maaayyyyybeeee I felt some baby movements.  Maybe.  But I was not convinced, and I’m still not, but now I’m thinking at least one of them might really have been baby.

On Monday (9/20), I felt that very low knocking again.  Very low in my abdomen.  It was two light thumps in a row.  Then I sort of poked back at that area, and a moment or two later…two little thumps in rapid succession.  Ahhh how fun.  I felt it again the next couple of nights, but it’s usually late, and only if I’m very still.  And it never lasts long at ALL.  I still don’t think it feels like flutters or bubbles, so maybe I’m just making things up.  I didn’t even want to post about it since I figured I was probably wrong about it, but oh well.  Time will tell, I suppose.

I was at my parents house on Tuesday night for a little while.  Mom rubbed my belly a little, and I think she felt more than she was expecting.  Hehe. =)

Tonight, I was leaning back in the shower to rinse off, and my tummy took on a funny shape. =D  It was almost…triangular?  *lol*  Instead of maintaining its shape as I leaned back, it almost came to a point down the middle.  After I got out of the shower, I entertained myself for a little bit as I leaned back over and over, watching my tummy slowly transform into a triangle and part of my belly button go in and out.

Then we went out for frozen yogurt.

This next bit is WAY TMI, more TMI than anything I’ve put in this blog so far, so continue ONLY if you are comfortable reading personal girly problems.  I almost didn’t want to write it since it is so personal, but I wanted to document everything here.

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So this afternoon, I was at work.  I went upstairs to use the restroom, and I had a small amount of leukorrhea.  Which I hadn’t really experienced before then, but I wasn’t concerned about it because it’s common to have it.  But then, when I cleaned it up, I found the tiniest, tiniest speck of pink on my TP.  Like, I never would have noticed had I not inspected.  But what could it be besides blood?  I was a little alarmed, because I never had any spotting or bleeding at any stage of my pregnancy, though this was hardly enough to even qualify as spotting.

It was still office hours, but I convinced myself such a tiny tiny bit of pink couldn’t be anything, and we did do something a couple of nights ago that could feasibly result in something like that….  So I went about my day with the intention to take it easy after getting home.  I had a headache anyway, and I just wanted to rest.

But then, I got home, and I just couldn’t forget about it.  But at that point, I didn’t want to bother the OB on call, especially when I had the opportunity to call during the day.  I felt pretty dumb.  Plus, at every OB appointment, they ask if you’ve had any bleeding.  Technically yes sorta?  I couldn’t say no.  But I knew I’d look like a horrible human being if I said yes (sorta) there at my appointment, 5 days after the fact, when the information sheet (which I looked at after I got home) said to call immediately if there is any bleeding after 13 weeks.

Finally (I think it was a little after 6), I told Pete about it since I was visibly in a funk.  He gave me the final prodding I needed to just go ahead and call.  I got the answering service, and I probably gave that man or woman (it was ambiguous!) more information than he or she wanted before giving my name and number.

The doctor (a different one in the same group as my OB) called me back very promptly.  I told her what happened.  She asked if I had felt the baby move yet.  I said I thought maybe, but I’m not really sure yet since this is my first pregnancy, and it is usually much later in the evening.  In other words, not a reliable method of monitoring the baby.  (I actually think I might have felt it before 6 sometime, but I wasn’t sure.)  She basically said to take it easy, and that she wouldn’t be too concerned about a little bit of pink.  She also thought the thing we did a couple of nights ago might have had something to do with it.  She said the ultrasound tech wouldn’t be there until Monday, so we’d just check on things at my normal appointment.  I mostly just wanted the peace of mind that, God forbid something bad happened, I wouldn’t be left thinking, “What would have happened if only I had called???”  Seems like if there was any concern that something bad was happening, all they’d do was look and see if it happened/was happening anyway.

I think I have good reason to be optimistic.  I think my initial impressions were probably right, but I’m still glad I called so I don’t have that nagging woulda/coulda/shoulda voice in my head.  So I’m still really excited about my ultrasound appointment, but I’m maybe a little more nervous than I would have been otherwise.  But I’m expecting that, 5 days from now, I’ll have some peace of mind.

At this point, I’ll probably save my Week 18 post for after my next Dr. appointment.  Tuesday the 28th!