I finally fell asleep around 7 this morning. I got up about 1. I told the husband to get ready to take me to the urgicare.
While he was in the shower, I called the urgicare just to make sure they'd do an u/s. She said "We won't do that here. Go to the E.R."
Wonderful. The last thing I want is the emergency room. So I paged my OB. She called me back almost immediately. She was very kind.
She said that she could call an order in for an ultrasound today but no one will do it because it's not considered an emergency. "It's a mental emergency, I know. But since you're not in danger, they won't see it that way."
She told me to call the office first thing on Monday morning and they'd get me in for an u/s that same day. In the mean time, take it easy and try not to panic. Because I've had an u/s before and we know there is no risk of an ectopic, and because the u/s was good, she says things are likely okay, but she knows I need to know for sure ASAP. We'll know on Monday.
I called my dad and told him the news. What a way to tell him I'm pregnant. But we had plans for his birthday tonight and I preferred not to lie. We're still going to have dinner, but that'll be it.
In the meantime, I'm in bed and plan to stay here until time to go. And then return here as soon as I get home.
If you're the praying type, even if you're not, please pray that Baby C is okay.