I am bleeding glorious red blood out of my hoo-ha. It started with a bit of spotting on Saturday afternoon, which I thought was strange seeing as how I had spent the day laying around doing nothing. It went away after a few hours and nothing happened on Sunday. Then this morning I woke up to pee and the thing we all fear when wiping happened.
I know it's not 100% confirmed, but I've been around this block a couple of times and I know what's happening.
Things are a bit different this time. Hubbs is with me, which is nice. I am upset, extremely upset, but not in total shock. I am not wasting my time googling "miscarriage" or sitting around in the ER waiting 5 hours for a doctor to tell me what I already know.
So I guess I'm part of the Triple Loser Club. Go me. Not sure where to go from here, but I guess we'll just have to keep going somewhere.