It's been a stressful and interesting few days. Bed rest is no fun. I'm not 100% complying as I am stuck at home by myself a lot.
This spotting has finally stopped. It was getting heavier and heavier, worrying me to death, until last night. After my 2100 trip to the toilet, there was tissue in the toilet. Needless to say I freaked out. Yelling for the DH to come upstairs from the family room in the basement. Screaming from 3 floors away probably wasn't the best thing to do. DH says the tissue doesn't look like anything, and it can't be Chance as it's not large enough. I am not bleeding or cramping either. Not sure what it was, but the minute it passed, all the spotting stopped. Nothing since. Make me wonder what it could have been.
Had a little excitement (according to the DH) Wednesday. The DH was post call, so him and my MIL went to the grocery store. Now let me set this up for you: the DH NEVER carries his cell phone, and if he does it's NEVER turned on. The MIL is so deaf she doesn't hear her cell phone 90% of the time it rings or notifies of a text. She's so deaf (I left before her Monday to go to my appt, and I set the alarm thinking she had left, as she told me her thing was at 0930) when she walked into the main part of the house, the alarm started beeping giving her 60 seconds to turn off the alarm (all the interior doors are armed at the same time when using the AWAY setting). She didn't hear the alarm lady telling her to turn off the alarm, so she sets off the alarm. Now keep in mind it probably scared her to death when it went off. It's loud. She doesn't understand why it went off when she walked through her door. She doesn't realize I had set the alarm and left. Yeah, stone deaf.
Ok- back to the story.
The men were here checking the dehumidifier in the basement. Making sure it's working properly. They had questions I couldn't answer, so what do I do? That's right, I call the DH. Right to VM. So I call the MIL. No answer. Knowing she probably can't hear the phone, I proceed to call her 6 times in a row. I am chilling in the basement family room getting a mani/pedi. My amazing friend LR brought the nail tech over to keep me occupied. All of a sudden, the DH comes running down the stairs, screaming, wanting to know what happened. Uhhhh, just answer the stupid phone. Ok. Nope. It was in my MIL's purse, in the back seat of the car, UNDER the groceries. Who the heck puts their purse in the backseat UNDER the groceries????? I am super glad there wasn't a true emergency, because I would have been SOL. Pretty sure their thinking is flawed. When you have a pregnant women on bed rest at home, wouldn't you have a form of communication (i.e. cell phone) available all the time?? OK. Maybe I think differently than anyone else.
Any who; everything was fine, but that's not the point.
Monday is the big day. Another ultrasound; hopefully off bed rest and the shots!
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