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I had a happy-go-lucky post planned, but I'm not feeling all that happy-go-lucky right now. Spotting is a little heavier and looking more like bleeding, and that has me worried. When I asked my doctor what her definition of "traveling long distances" was (since that was one of the things she recommended against my doing), she said that she would suggest not traveling more than two hours by any mode of transport. We had planned to go to Burgundy for biking and wine-tasting with friends this weekend, and N thought it was around two hours away. Obviously, the biking and tasting would have to be eliminated and modified via spitting, respectively. Beaune, where we're spending the weekend, turns out to have been a little over three hours by car (two-plus by train), which is how we got here. I was maybe walking around a little more yesterday than I should have been, and today I feel as though I'm paying for it. I saw Dr. F, the acupuncturist we met with when we were having trouble conceiving, yesterday, and when I told him about Dr. S's recommendations that I pretty much stay put, he didn't seem to think that was necessary. He told me that spotting and sometimes even bleeding were often parts of normal early pregnancy. I don't know what to make of any of this. Everything I've read--and, if you know me, you won't be surprised that I've been reading a lot--says that miscarriage is almost always caused by chromosomal abnormalities in the developing embryo, and not by anything the mother has done or not done. But it's also true that the more I stay in one place, the less I spot. And so I sit here, while N and our friends are out wine-tasting, praying that this little bean is healthy and going to stick with us. Maybe I'll take a nap.

A little later: check this out if you're feeling sciencey; it's making me feel a little better.