Christmas Day was a bit of a rough day. Not because it was Christmas, it was because it was the day the awful cramps began. I took some tylenol and went about our day. Things got worse around lunch. I went to lay down before our dinner and managed to sneak in a few zzzz. Things progressively got worse as the night went on. We left early and I came home to bed with my hot water bottle and went to bed. And on cue, I was awake at 2:30 am?! It sucked, why can’t I sleep? I woke up Friday morning to the most awful cramping and bleeding. I decided to go to the hospital as we couldn’t get ahold of anyone at the clinic. There wasn’t even mention of an emergency line:( I prepared myself for the worst. There’s no way my “seahorse” was still thriving in there with this bleeding. I spend 5 hours at the hospital where they took my blood and did internal/external ultrasounds. The doctor came in…middle aged man from New Zealand…I have to admit, he was sweet despite my circumstances. He said my beta was over 2200, which he said was great and the ultrasounds showed signs of a pregnancy. What he suggested was exclusive bed rest. No walking, no cooking, nothing. Lay on my back and rest til Sunday when he requested another beta to see what my levels are doing. So I went home with an angry tummy and a worry in my heart. I’m not sure how this pregnancy will be viable? How can you bleed this much and still have a healthy baby. I’m not going to lie, I want to fight but sometimes you can’t win every battle.