Dare I think it?

Since I have got pregnant I can count on one hand (and have fingers left over) how many times my husband and I have "done the deed." I have been tired, ill, had a headache, or felt like I was gonna puke at the idea of someone bouncing on top of me. It's a wonderful thing the first trimester.

So it's been about a month, and I wanted some time with my husband. Now, I totally regret it. I started spotting, and it was kinda heavy. Heavy enough I waited for my husband to leave (I didn't want him to worry about nothing while he was working) and then I called the OB.

The oncall told me that it wasn't something I should be too terribly worried about, because worrying won't change any events that are already occurring. Way to make me feel better. Now I am a nervous wreck. I wasn't worrying about "occurring events" until she mentioned something about it. With a past miscarriage looming overhead... now I am a wrecked with fear. I called my SIL, and she calmed me down a bit, but it's still so scary to think this thing that creates so much love, could be gone in the blink of an eye.

Anyone who reads this, please keep us in your hearts.