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So four years ago, I met this guy. And I thought he was REALLY hot. And smart. And hot, did I mention he was hot? 'Cuz he was. I was attached at the time, and so was he, but I thought, "You know what? I'm probably never ever never going to see this guy again, so I'm just going to tell him about how hot he is."

So I did.

And he thought I was hot too. FTW.

We kinda/sorta got engaged. Moved in together. Got knocked up. And THEN we finally got married. Because our priorities are awesome.

Anyway. Three years ago too-day, fmh and I got hitched. And I wouldn't change that for anything in the world, you stubborn old coot.

Happy Anniversary, honey. I ♥ you.

Even more than Rupert Grint. Srsly. ^_~

Happy two-year anniversary to my hubby, fmh!

I can't believe we haven't killed each other yet! ;p

Last Thursday, I'd had a pretty good day, all things considered. I felt good, I wasn't really tired, I was in a good mood most of the day. Then, around 10:00 that night, after mightyafrodite dropped me off at home, and I'd kissed the kids goodnight, I went to the bathroom to find out that I was bleeding. Not spotting, but bleeding. Not only was I bleeding, but I passed a ginormous clot. At least, it was ginormous to me. It was the size of a small egg.

Naturally, I was scared out of my fracking skull.

I called U of M Triage, and they asked me a couple of questions about what I was experiencing. Um. I'm BLEEDING AND I PASSED A HUGE &*($)#! CLOT!

They said they would have a nurse call me right back. Ok.

*waitwaitwait*

*not getting a response soon enough*

*calls back* "Um, I called just a few minutes ago, the nurse was supposed to call me backandshedidn'tandIneedtotalktosomeonesotheycancalmmedownPLEASE!"

Basically, they ask me how heavy is the bleeding, what color it is, if I'm having any cramping, etc. The bleeding was heavy enough for me to panic, but I was having no cramping. They tell me to keep check on it, and if I start cramping, or soak thru a pad in less than an hour, get my ass to Mars to the emergency room.

So I keep check, and I wait, and I'm still panicking. So fmh suggests that we just go to the ER to confirm that everything is okay. Otherwise, I wouldn't get any sleep.

Go to the ER, they run all sorts of tests. They do two different ultrasounds, and they confirm that the baby is indeed alive and blobbing. (That's about what it looks like right now. A blobby thing.) We even get to hear the heartbeat. It sounds like a washing machine...

...this is the most wonderful sound in a world, y0.

fmh is wonderful. He does his best to keep me calm thru the whole ordeal. He makes me laugh, which really is the best medicine for me. He played cool, calm and collected, but I'm sure he was worried too. Though he's been a father twice over, it doesn't make moments like this any easier. I loveth him.

They tell me to call my OB in the morning to see if I can get an appointment any sooner than the 28th (my original first prenatal visit). Rescheduled it for Monday (yesterday). The whole thing is diagnosed as a "threatened abortion."

*worries*

At my appointment yesterday, we go thru the tests again. They also do another ultrasound as well as a pelvic exam and determine that everything looks good. They are able to pinpoint the source of the bleeding -- they called it "implantation bleeding." Apparently, this happens when the placenta is attaching itself to the uterus. It's normal, they tell me.

*sigh of relief*

So, I had a scare, but both me and the baby are well. My next prenatal visit is April 4th, with my First Trimester Screening on April 5th.

Busy days ahead, I'd wager.