TMI Thursday

WARNING: This post will include some very graphic details.  If you have absolutely no interest in what came out of my uterus this morning, you are welcome to opt out now.  Have a nice day.

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Okay, so I'm really getting disgusted with the stop-and-start-again nature of how "things" are progressing.  I want the spotting/bleeding to stop.  Dr. G said at my follow-up last week that things should be tapering off and to call if it hasn't stopped in another week (which is tomorrow).  I can't stand all of this yes it's here...now it's not business.  I feel like I'm going to have to wear pads and pantyliners for the rest of my life.  (Okay, maybe that's a bit dramatic considering it's only been 2 weeks.  But still...)  It wouldn't be so bad, but I'll get excited because I've gone 2 entire days with barely dirty-looking spotting, and then BAM.  Red blood again.  Rinse, repeat. 

Yesterday, I was in "tapering" mode, so things looked to be slowing down.  Then, last night, the spotting picked up.  It wasn't red bleeding this time, though, just heavier spotting.  I didn't really think much about it.  I haven't been hurting too much the past few days, so that's a relief. 

Fast-forward to this morning.  I wasn't feeling very well to begin with.  My stomach started feeling yucky sometime during the night, and I kept feeling like I was going to hurl.  I'd look at the clock and think, "Okay.  If I make it until such-and-such time and still feel like this, I'll go to the bathroom and see what happens."  Then I'd fall asleep before said time.  That happened 3 or 4 times.  When the alarm actually went off, my stomach didn't feel too bad, but I sure was missing some sleep.  I made my way to the bathroom and got ready to take a shower.  Not too much going on in the way of spotting, but lots of "junk" when I wiped, mostly in the form of tiny little clots. (Sorry, but you were warned.)  I went about my business, washed my hair and movd on to washing my body.  When I got to my lady parts, I was quite surprised to find a prune-sized clot on the washcloth when I pulled it away.  It scared me at first.  I hope it's a sign that things are coming to an end.  Since then, it's been lighter than ever.  Fingers crossed.

After 3 more trips to the bathroom while/after getting dressed for other reasons (darn stomachache), I made it out the door.  Tomorrow is our follow-up appointment with the RE.  I'm not expecting many answers, but I'm definitely looking forward to hearing options for a new plan for next time. 

Well, if you read all of that, you're a real trooper!  Thanks for sticking with  me.

Hugs and love,