Houston, We are at Stable One

The appointment today went as well as can be expected. The baby is alive and literally kicking with legs (and arms) that are noticeably longer than they were on Monday. My doctor also spent a ton of time with the ultrasound looking at the placenta from every possible angle trying to determine whether the bleed had separated it from the wall of the uterus and found... that it was still attached, which is really good. He did see the bleed, which looks like it's clotting and shows no evidence of any new blood, and it had not compromised the gestational sac. So it's possible that Tuesday night was totally uneventful for our embryo and it was not sitting there the whole time thinking "What the hell* is happening to my little house?!? The walls are closing in!" like I was imagining.

So, hemorrhage = stable. Baby = alive. Me = immensely relieved but still very cautious. I feel like mission control in Apollo 13 when the astronauts are still alive after the initial explosion but the big challenge is now trying to wait out the rest of the mission until they're safely home. FYI, I'm still feeling nauseous and have giant boobs** and am completely exhausted, so all that fun pregnancy stuff is going strong. I'm almost grateful to be feeling sick. (Almost.) Assuming everything continues to be quiet over the next few days, we might be able to start breathing easier.*** Fingers, toes, arms, legs - everything is crossed.


*Of course my kid swears.
**More on this later. I love them lots and lots.
***I still have to tell you about this really bizarre experience we had at the hospital with a person who was maybe crazy but maybe speaking with the divine? Yeah, stay tuned for that.