Pregnancy Post (10 weeks)

I WISH this was an April's Fools joke, but I had a VERY stressful morning. I had some bleeding and PANICKED, assuming the worst. H called the Dr. for me, because I was crying so much that I could barely talk. They weren't open yet, so we called the back-up number. The nurse told us to call when the office opened and tell them what was going on and they would get us in. H cancelled his classes so that he could take me and we went in later in the morning. I was supposed to go tomorrow afternoon for a check-up, so they had results from all the blood work and ultrasound from two weeks ago. Everything looked good in that respect, so the doctor (my midwife wasn't in today, but the doctor I saw was AWESOME) listened for a heartbeat with the Doppler. He said it might be too early to hear it that way- and sure enough he couldn't find it. He did an exam to check on the bleeding (and said it wasn't too much), then they did an ultrasound. We saw the heartbeat and it looked like the baby was doing the butterfly stroke in there! I was so relieved. The doctor said that he was still concerned about an irregularity in the gestational sac, which may have been the source of the bleeding. I wasn't entirely clear on his explanation of the source, but I think that this is what he was describing. He told me to "take it easy" for the next week and come back to see my midwife later next week.  We're supposed to drive to a conference on Sunday and he said that was fine, but we're going to cancel if I am still having bleeding by then.  They also took a blood sample to check my progesterone levels. I am trying not to worry too much, but how scary this is- I had no problems with D's pregnancy, so I never expected anything like this. 

A friend from work emailed to see if I was OK (my other friend at work told her a bit about what was going on). She wasn't sure she should ask, but I told her that one reason I didn't mind telling friends about the pregnancy early, was that I have a bigger support system if anything happens to go wrong.

H is being incredibly sweet and I know he is worried about me (and the baby). He drove me to work this afternoon for a thesis defense so that I wouldn't have to park far away. He also cooked dinner tonight. I am hopeful that things will be OK. I think my chances are about 75% for a good outcome (based on my obsessive compulsive searching and reading of medical studies online). Of course, the doctor didn't put a number on it- he just said that seeing the baby moving and the heartbeat were good signs.