The bruise

I took a picture of my bruise from the blood draw last night. It's ridiculous. Sorry about the flash; the only way I could get a picture of it that actually showed the bruise (instead of being washed out) was taking a picture in mirror.... It's about 2 inches big.




Isn't that nice and disgusting? It's finally starting to fade; this morning it's all brown and yellow and purple. But anyway...

I just had my first little milestone, pregnancy wise. Yesterday was 10 weeks, 3 days for me, and in my first pregnancy, that's when I started spotting. Then I miscarried at 11 weeks, 2 days, which will be Sunday for me this time. And there's been nothing so far.... so... that's sort of reassuring. My appointment is next Tuesday; hopefully we'll hear a heartbeat then. Assuming, of course, that it's not cold and our car starts. Bah. Stupid cold.

Well, I think I hear a cinnamon roll calling my name. Mmm, cinnamon roll....