I had some spotting today. Though I think “spotting” may give an impression of something more than what it was. Basically I had red-tinged CM. I didn’t even think much of it the first time I went to the bathroom. I’m wearing a panty-liner every day (just cause, all that CM, blech!) and it was… brown-reddish. I was like, “Uhhhh. That’s weird. I haven’t seen that before.” Went on about my day. The next time I went to the bathroom it was more reddish-tinged than anything. Which really stands out to me, because I haven’t had ANY pink or red anything since that horrible spotting incident before my BFP.

I wasn’t going to do anything about it, just make a mental note of it, but my forum friends suggested I call my midwives just to check and see. So I did. I still feel silly calling them when it’s not an emergency or anything, but I figured I’d just check in and make sure they didn’t want me to do anything about it. Luckily the Midwife on call I talked to, after asking me a few questions, said it was probably just a bit of my mucous plug coming out and not to worry about it, that she would expect the spotting to stop… but to call if it got worse or if I got any pain.

So I still had red-tinged CM all day, but it’s gotten lighter and lighter. So I figure she was right, it’s just a little bit of something getting dislodged… I mean, it’s really just so little red.

Did give me a little start though, that’s for sure. A few friends were like, “I didn’t have that until right before I delivered.” I’m pretty sure I am FAR away from delivery at this point… but it stopped and made me think. I am NOT ready to have this baby. And in fact, I think if I go into labor at any point before my due date I’m really going to be shocked and a little panicked. I’m so sure that I’m not having this baby until the two weeks after my due date. If he decides to show up even a little early I’ll be in for quite the mental/emotional shock. Not ready not ready not ready.

I didn’t call Den about the spotting, by the way. When I did get home from work I mentioned it to him. He was on his computer and said, “Uh-huh… wait, what?? Is that bad?? Are you okay?? Is Devin still… moving and stuff??” I reassured him that everything was fine, Midwife was not concerned, Devin is still kicking the crap out of me. A little later Den came up behind me while I was washing dishes, put his arms around me with his hands rubbing my belly, and said, “Next time something like that happens… don’t tell me!!” The poor guy. He just gets so worried!