And the cramps are mostly gone. We’re back to barely pink barely spotting. Since my 48 hours of confinement started with the last appearance of bright red blood, I’m stuck in bed/on the couch until late afternoon on Monday. Then, I’m on restricted activity for awhile. That means I don’t have to clean the house or do laundry!
Silver linings, that’s what I’m looking for.
Apparently, I’m just a first trimester bleeder. I now understand how all those stories of women who didn’t know they were pregnant because, after all, they’d gotten their period come to be.