Stomach gurgling and cramping in early pregnancy

I'm (26F) currently 8 months pregnant with my and my boyfriend's (28M) first child. Although we were not planning to have a child, we were happy when we found out about the pregnancy and committed to doing our best to raise the baby. My boyfriend stepped up and started looking for other streams of income (he started using his car for Uber) and also worked very hard to get a better job (he was able to get a job that pays 3x what his previous one was paying).
Things were really looking up for us. However, as the pregnancy progressed he started spending less and less time with me. I could understand that his new job was demanding plus he had to Uber after work so he didn't have a lot of time to give. But on his free time (typically weekends), instead of prioritising time with me, he would go out with his friends and only come back early Monday when he had to clock in for work. He also stopped helping me with chores and I was practically alone. I tried talking to him and whenever I brought it up, he would correct his behaviour for like a week and then go back to isolating me. I started getting more and more frustrated and angry with him. Last week I'd had enough and said things that can't be unsaid. I had made peace with the fact that I'm gonna leave him and so I didn't hold back.
I'm not going to get into the specifics but the things I said were grounds for a break up and some of them were things I'd been holding back for a very long time. I'm at peace and have no regrets. I've started mentally preparing for us to coparent once our child is born and I'm okay with that.
After my outburst, he moved his things to the guest bedroom and we haven't spoken to each other since then. I'm not going to apologize because I meant everything I said and I know that he's also planning to leave the relationship and that's okay.

My husband and I rent a 3-bedroom house in NSW which isn’t cheap. We've always paid rent on time and have a good relationship with the landlord. On April 6th, the ceiling in one bedrooms collapsed due to rain, damaging our spare bed, clothes, and my wedding dress. We reported it immediately, but as of now, repairs still haven't started.
Before leaving for our honeymoon on April 22nd, builders inspected and tarped the ceiling three times, one time on the day of with only 5 hrs notice the PM requested one of us be home to let the builders in, my husband had to leave work 3hrs early to let them in, causing him to work a 12hr shift the next day. The builder was late anyway so he wouldn’t have had to leave early. We told the PM that my brothers would be house-sitting and couldn't accommodate further visits. She said that was fine.
However, first day of our honeymoon the PM emailed saying repairs would start on May 14th and someone needed to be home to let them in. I reminded her that this wasn't possible and she needed to handle it. She came back saying she is fully booked and if we could ask my brothers. I said no as it’s not their responsibility and i couldn’t risk them losing a few hrs of work as they’re casual. She eventually agreed, but on May 14th, a builder came unannounced for another inspection instead of starting repairs without the PM, luckily my brothers had t left for work yet.
I emailed the PM, stressing the need for accurate information so we know if we just leave our stuff cramped all over the house or if we can move the stuff back in temporarily. We want to make the process as easy as possible for the builders so we want to make sure it’s empty for them. My husband thinks I’m being too harsh, but isn’t it the PM’s job to handle letting builders in, especially for emergency repairs like this? And aren’t emergency repairs supposed to be a priority? He’s concerned we’re going to get hit with higher rent when it comes to renewals, but why should we roll over and put up with unusable room, damaged items and a lazy PM who’s basically just a chatbot at this point just for the sake of trying to avoid a spike in rent, that would be completely unfair if it was based on this experience. Mind you we’re still paying full rent for a 3 bedroom house even though we can’t use one and can barely use the lounge room and other spare room.

I had things to say to you about the book I gave to you, and why I stopped early in reading it, there’s something about the last page that I read, you’ll notice it when you read the page with the rip at the top, it’s the rip my bookmark left on the page. I had a moment when I read that page, and I realised my path, you’ll see what I mean if you look at the page. I kept the book to read the rest of it when I felt lost again. I had intentions of reading it throughout my life. Until my next time losing my path, I would reread the parts I had read. When I saw you, I realised it might help you more than it helps me now. So I said goodbye to the book, I mean I can always buy another one but you weren’t gonna read it if I didn’t give it to you.
About us, I’m disappointed. Maybe I’m young and inexperienced, but our chemistry was something else. I’m sure if we saw each other again we’d see it again. But I don’t see how we get out of our current awkward situation. I don’t understand what happened between us at all. But there are several reasons why I talk to you with so much coldness.

1. Remember you sent me your linkedin? Well I eventually made a fake account and looked at it because I still couldn’t figure out why you sent it to me. Well, I saw your comments on what I assume was your ex’s accomplishments. I have the exact same pair of glasses she wear in her profile picture, although you’ve never seen them. Similar glasses, means similar face shape, means you have a type. I assume you only liked me because I reminded you of her. This makes me feel sick in my stomach. The only reason why we have chemistry is because of that from your side, and because I was ready to connect with someone. There’s nothing special about it.
   
2. I think you’ve put me in a roster of 20 year old girls to talk to. Idk. You just have too many young girls in your followers. Yea I stalked your followers, that’s more normal than stalking a person’s reddit account so shush
   
3. Our conversations just felt like they were about you venting and you expected me to give emotional support but I’m a rational person, not particularly good with emotions. And you also didn’t even respect my feelings in the process. I felt used, and worthless because of your behaviour that you might’ve not even noticed because you’re so preoccupied.
   

Those aside, I’m not the same person you met two months ago, but this isn’t the same person I’ll be. I grew a lot, although from the outside it looks like I’m being irresponsible. I’m way more mature actually, and way less open. I can’t connect with you anymore, because I closed myself off to everybody except my closest friend. I built some walls around me, I don’t try to people please as much which is nicer for me. I’m in my early twenties. I want to make mistakes and I want to be wild and stupid. It might be disgusting to look at from the outside. I have a complete different inside life than my outside “instagram” life. And unfortunately you got categorised with the people who only see one of those. I can have deep conversations, but not through our current texting situation.
I think the best thing to do is for you to message me say “thank you for your help anyway” and I’ll say “no worries” and then we can end our conversations, you can maybe message me if you ever end up in Istanbul again, if you ever want to see me again. I don’t see us having any further positive communication through text so I think we need a lot of time spent not remembering the other person even exists. We both have a lot of resentment for each other, and it’s obvious from the tone of our conversations. It was good when it was good though, I’m happy to have met you, I’ll always remember you as a sweet person, with the best image of you I ever had of you in my mind, it’s a beautiful one.

I got the shot February 14. That was my first and only shot. Will not be getting another shot. Today marks 3 months since being on the shot so I’m assuming it’s ‘out of my system now’?. I’m however still experiencing symptoms from the shot I believe. The nausea, constant headaches, stomach pain, tiredness, sadness, spotting, cramping, etc.
Is this normal to still be experiencing side effects?. Do I have to wait a bit longer for the shot to really clear me system?. I personally feel like the medicine doesn’t completely leave the body in 3 months. But I don’t know. Thinking of going to the doctors soon.
I just want this to leave my body since I already have some stomach issues & it seems to be making it worse. Along side with the other side effects it’s giving me.

Hi so before I get into this I wanna say do not privately message me on this matter. I'm 14F and my relationship with food has been broken slowly since 4th grade. In 4th grade I didn't think I was pretty, I never smiled in photos and I just felt worthless. Compared to other girls in my class they were all pretty, wore dresses and smiled. They were popular, I felt like I needed to pick up on that but when I looked down at my stomach I started to think I was fat.
To "resolve" this issue I started eating a lot one day then barely eat the next and this continued up for about two weeks before I stopped because I simply couldn't do it anymore. In 5th grade COVID happened and so I relied on the Internet for a lot of things, I've also gotten a boyfriend around the same time and we were fine but the relationship was one sided.
He ended up cheating on me with someone else in our friend group and I was "fine" with them dating but on the inside I wasn't. I'd see them act lovely dovey in our group chat and so eventually I distanced myself. Something happened and I eventually left because on the daily the older people in that friend group continued to ask me NSFW things like draw feet of the character I had and also drew NSFW of my character without my consent or knowledge.
I was really uncomfortable with this and they were all racist, I didn't realize this at all until I left and when I did they started harassing me. They harassed me all summer and on my birthday I just cried and stress ate while on the phone with my best friend at the time. They continued to harass me until I finally gave in so they'd leave me alone.
The friend group broke again and I actually did not care this time however, online school eventually started. (We are not together anymore) I get into a lot of heated arguments and whenever it did genuinely affect me I would stress eat as a way to cope. I was failing all of my classes and no matter what I did I never got my grades up. Online class was terrible and a lot of the time I would join the call but play Roblox or sleep, or I simply would not show up with an excuse. I was held back in the call a lot of times discussing my teacher about specific concerns.
I eventually went back to in person school but it simply just wasnt any better, my old hag of a teacher would tell the entire class i was failing and would make a remark about it trying to be funny. I always never went to school or found a way to skip into going, I would just do the work at home. My grades never improved no matter how much work I did so I just gave up. I graduated but barely. Note, all of my elementary teachers completely quit after COVID.
Anyways, 6th grade started and since I stress ate whenever I was stressed that's all I did. Eat, eat, eat, my mom started to pick up on this and instead of helping me make better choices she would say things to put me down like telling people I waddle, I looked like a pig, called me fatty, etc. I eventually became insecure and cried about it a lot. I continued eating disregarding what she said however, deep down it just hurt. I started going to the doctor and I was 160 at 11.
I wasnt really concerned about it but I was insecure about my stomach. No else said anything about it so I never worried until 7th, I got bigger and eventually became 200. 7th grade was a really hard time for me, I didn't have any friends until nearly October and there was people bullying me for my acne scars calling it chicken pox. I also felt like a complete outcast and thought there wasn't a point in coming to school. I had also made some bad friends who controlled my life, I was always stressed out with them too so a way to cope with it again I ate.
I'm in 8th grade and I'm the worst I've ever been, those bad friends that I made I eventually left and taken care of my myself. I broke the habit of stress eating but nowadays I just eat whenever I'm bored. I've taken care of my acne, trying to refix my hair, I'm overall trying to glow up but I don't know what to do with my body. I've started eating less, I was never taught self control so I'm trying to get into that habit now. I'm drinking more water but I want to get help.
My mom has gotten used to me being fat and hasn't made any nasty remarks about it since I was 11/12. When I complain about my feet cramping she just says it's because I'm fat which I don't really disagree with. I've already gotten advice on how to lose weight and fix my relationship with food but I fear I might already have an eating disorder. Overeating.
Not to mention I believe I also have ADHD, I have a lot of symptoms like not being able to pay attention to things for a long period time or making eye contact well, I struggle with receiving information about things, I procrastinate a lot, I struggle to control my emotions sometimes, I space out A LOT and it actually is a problem when it comes to school. I get sidetracked a lot of the times, there's a lot I can go on about but just know my mom will not get tested and I do not want any medicine for it if I actually have it.
I sometimes can't tell when I'm full so I'll continue to eat a lot of food in big bulks, I skip breakfast a lot and just go straight to lunch, by dinner time I've eaten a bunch of snacks but I'll finish my plate. What should I do and how should I go about seeking professional help?

Hi community,
I saw this on TV in the early 2000s , so it could be a movie or a TV show episode. This is what I remember.
They are running away (from feds, I guess). He tells her she's pregnant, but he's actually an alien despite looking human. He cuts his arm to show his white blood and that's his proof he's not human. She needs to take a bunch of egg-shaped pills to continue her pregnancy and the last pill is much bigger.
I thought it was Starman (1984) but it's not. Probably made between the 80s and the 00s, but that's just my guess.
Thanks!

Three miscarriages deep and I’m so bitter, unhappy, and short fused. Long story short is I have had three chemical pregnancies. This last one has been difficult. I started to miscarry about a week after finding out. I bled for about 5 days. Approximately two weeks later I find out I didn’t miscarry all the way and my body had to go through the process again. It was 30 hours of intense cramping. Bled for 13 days total. I had 5 days of no bleeding and I started bleeding again. Currently have been bleeding now for four days. To say it’s been a lot, is an understatement. I have experienced all three losses in 2024 alone.
My OBGYN practice pissed me off by speaking to a rude and dismissive doctor on the phone to go over some results. Mother’s Day didn’t help.
Yesterday, I exploded. My husband was doing some work around the house and I told him for weeks regarding this project that I wanted to go with him to pick out the correct shade of white for the house. He went without me and while I was out doing errands he painted without my knowledge. Obviously I was a bit annoyed considering, but it’s paint and can be painted over. We bickered back and forth. I’m crying and now and so pissed off that I stormed off to the bathroom, slammed the door, and punched a hole in the door.
I’ve never done anything like that before. Storm off and slam doors, sure. But punch a hole in door is a new one for me. Ever since this last miscarriage, I’ve told me husband a few times when I’ve been really angry out of the blue that I just want to break a bunch of stuff. I’ve been so full of rage with this whole process. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I wanna lie in bed and rot away just about everyday. I hate everything.
How do I stop feeling like this? 😞

i got pregnant in late december of 2023 and got an abortion pill in mid january, about a week after that i got a copper iud. since then my periods were 3 weeks apart. until suddenly this month im late. i was late 2 days and now at 4 days late i just have cramping and a really light flow, its honestly more like spotting. can all this previous trauma cause fluctuating cycles? am i paranoid or should i take a pregnancy test?

I haven’t had a period in well over a year getting close to 2, since I have a Kyleena IUD, I’ve only been with the same partner since then, and I felt my iud and it seems to be in place. But the last two days I’ve had random mild cramping(it’s been over a year but you never forget that feeling haha), and just noticed some mucusy bright red spotting. Wondering what this could possibly be, ofc my mind is running to the worst case like ectopic pregnancy or cancer.

TW: Alcoholism, drug addiction, violence, suicidal ideation, sex abuse
This is going to be a LLLLLOOONNNNGGGGG one. This story goes back quite a way, but yesterday was the tenth anniversary of the ending to this story and I'm feeling it, still got some guilt about everything that happened, wondering what I could have done differently and I just want to vent it out and hope to get some closure from it.
This story started in 2010.
Characters in this story (names are fake, duh!):

• Me, Guy, 32M at the time, 45 now.
• My BFF Stephanie, 33F at the time.
• Stephen, 40M at the time, Stephanie's boyfriend.
• Maryse, 27F at the time.

Background and intro
I had known Stephanie for many years and we had the kind of friendship that made her BFs and my GFs uncomfortable to put it lightly. We had never crossed that boundary and I wouldn't consider us in the friendzone, we were just friend, but the kind of friend where she would sit on my lap with her arms around my neck or her head on my shoulder.
At the start of 2010, Stephanie met her then boyfriend, Stephen. He tolerated me and my friendship with Stephanie because I also had a gf back then. She liked Stephanie, wasn't at all jealous of my friendship with her, so he didn't deem me too suspicious. Then my gf and I broke up for reasons unimportant and all hell broke loose for Stephen. He became convinced that I would try and steal Stephanie from him. He insisted that Stephanie introduce me to her female friends or female friends of his. Thus began what I called the year of the 50 blind dates. It was probably closer to 20, but still I like saying the year of 50 blind dates. Most of them were unremarkable and never went beyond the first date. There are some fun stories in there if anyone wants to hear them eventually!
In July of that year, I had to switch gears because I had to focus up and study for a professional exam for a certification important to my career. This exam required close to 600-800 hours of study over a 3-4 month period. So I hunkered down, told Stephanie to stop the blind dates for now because I had to focus on that. She respected my wishes and, other a text here or there, we went low contact for the last two months before the exam.
Except for one fateful night in September. Her birthday was in September and she always threw these big bashes at her house. She would throw a big pool party that started around noon and would go on to the wee hours of the morning. I knew she would harass me to go to her party, so I made some quick math and figured I would lose more energy and time trying to dodge her calls, texts and most likely visits at my place than by just going to the party itself. So when she called me to ask, I just said: "Okay I'll go to your damn party, now git." I texted her I would get there in the evening probably around 8. She texted back "Great, can't wait. Now study, bitch!"
So I ultimately get there around 8PM. Basically everybody is already drunk off their gourd. Stephanie sees me, squeals in excitement and runs to me in her bikini and just jumps in the air and slams into me, wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and gives me a big hug. I hug her back and just keep walking back to the pool where she had started, carrying her with me. I just duck my head around hers and say hi to Stephen, who just glares at me.
She drops back down and I give her her gift. We chat for a few seconds and says "There's beer in the fridge and food in the dining room." I told her I'd be right back.
I go inside and grab a beer from the fridge. I head to the dining room and the table is against the wall with a buffet of sandwiches, tomato pizza, salads, etc. I grab a plate and start putting food on it. I was focused on the task because I was starving. I barely noticed, sitting at the end of the table one of the most stunning woman I have ever seen. I just see her in my peripheral vision and I do a quick double take, quick glance at her and back to the food. I do that a second time. And finally a third time. At that point she is just straight up staring at me and I can't help but chuckle and whisper under my breath "Subtle Guy, sub-tle".
Thankfully she starts laughing too, saving me some embarassment. I look at her and greet her. She says "Hi, I'm Maryse and I'm guessing you're Guy?" I just nod and we start talking. At that point, I just thought I have no shot with her, she's so far out of my league that I'm just gonna talk to her until she sees one of the "models" hanging out by the pool and ditches me for him.
So I'm not feeling like I'm playing for anything, so I'm just myself and not nervous, just talking to her as I would any friend. We chat and she laughs at all my jokes, she gets all my cultural references. She never gets up or ditches me. The plate of food I had made and the beer I had gotten are sitting on the table next to me untouched, I was too busy with the convo to think about food or beer anymore.
After what felt like only 20-30 minutes, Stephanie comes in and tells me, fake grumpy: "So that's where you disappeared to. I invite my best friend to a party and he spends the whole night talking to someone else." I laugh and go: "What do you mean the whole night? I haven't been here that long." She says "Dude, it's 2AM. You've been here for 6 hours..." My jaw dropped and I just said: "Wow, time flies when you're having fun." Maryse chimes in, with a big smile: "It sure does!" That made me happy as you can imagine.
Now I was a little stuck because where Stephanie lived, there's no night service for the bus and the subway had been closed for an hour or so. I figured I would cab it. So I turn to Maryse and tell her: "It was absolutely lovely to meet you and I enjoyed our conversation very much." She says that she did too. I continued with "At the moment, my schedule is incredibly hectic. I'm basically working full-time, studying full-time and sleeping part-time. So I don't have a lot of free time, but if she was interested, whatever little free time I had, I would love to call her or text her to keep on getting to know her."
I see Stephanie in the backgroudnd, looking like a proud mama at how smooth that came out, knowing I was always anything but smooth with women, as proven by the string of blind dates! Maryse has a big smile and we exchange numbers. I go to Stephanie to wish her a happy birthday again. While I'm talking to her, my phone buzzes with a text from Maryse: "Just checking!"
I asked Stephanie "What's the best cab company to call in this area?" Maryse chimes in: "Where do you live?" I tell her where I lived and she goes "It's on the way to where I live, I can give you a ride if you want." Stephanie raised an eyebrow in surprise. I learned later, she did it because it absolutely was not on the way to her place, like, at all. I say that I would love that as it would give us a chance to keep talking.
We get in her car, driving to my place. We talk, she asks me what I'm studying as I hadn't mentioned it earlier. I tell her all about the boring maths I had to study. Much too quickly, we get to my place. She parks in front of my building and we keep talking. At some point, I tell her: "Normally, this is where I would try to "trick" you into coming up to my place..." She interrupts me: "You wouldn't need to trick me. I'm willing and able!"
I tell her that "As tempting as that sounds, I know who I am and I know that if you come up and things proceed to where they're going, I'm not going to be able to study for the rest of the month. I have a kind of obsessive mind and when I find someone or something I like, I can push everything else to the side in favor of that. So to make sure I can still focus on my studying, I have to go up by myself."
She looks at me, a little disappointed but then says, half-jokingly: "We don't have to go up, there's a backseat right there!" We laugh and I give her a kiss and wish her a good night. I managed to stay strong and go back to my condo. Damn it, why did I have to stay strong!!!
My exam was at the beginning of november. During the month of october, we texted a bunch of times and talked on the phone. We went for coffee a couple of times and dinner once. She respected my boundaries and never pushed for more, which I appreciated but also hated at the same time, if that makes sense. The exam came and it was a monster of a Friday. I slept for basically 18 hours after the exam as the adrenalin dropped and my system crashed.
I texted her when I woke up at around 1PM. She was working at the clothing store Stephanie owned. She said "I'm off at 5PM, wanna meet me." I said: "Duh! Why do you think I'm texting? ;)" So I met her at the store downtown. I asked if she wanted to grab a drink, go for dinner, or what. She proposed going to her place and getting some take out. Stephanie who was closing the store at that moment, came up to us and said: "Hey, so what are we doing?" I said: "WE, that is Maryse and I, are going to her place and getting some takeout. Bye!" I'm sure you'll understand when I tell you that no food was ever ordered that night!
Thus followed a whirlwind month of November where any free time we had was spent together, and I wasn't going to complain!
The troubles
By the start of december, things were still going great with us. One saturday night, we were having dinner at a restaurant and I mention that this coming Friday is my office Christmas party, that it's employees only, so we wouln't see each other that night. She tells me: "Oh sure, that's fine! It'll give me a chance to go see some girlfriends I've been neglecting lately." I said "Great! BTW I also got us a reservation at [this great restaurant she had mentioned a few times] for next Saturday, so we could go there and I'll tell you all about my party and you can tell me all about her night with the girls!"
That was settled, I thought. I was wrong. On Thursday, we had spent the evening together at her place and I was about to leave to go back to my place. She tells me: "So are you coming to meet me at the store tomorrow or do I go to your place?" I reminded her: "Neither, tomorrow is my office Christmas party and we won't see each other tomorrow." She said: "Oh right, I forgot." I asked her if she had made plans with her friends like she had mentioned last saturday. She said that they were all busy tomorrow and weren't available.
She suggested "If your party is boring, maybe you could come meet me." I retorted that it wasn't going to be, knowing who was going to be there.
"Yeah but what if?"
"But it won't"
"But what IFFFFFF?" she kept insisting and I kept saying no. After what felt like 30 minutes of that (probably only 2-3 minutes in reality), I had enough and just said to end the argument: "Okay, if it's boring, I'll come. but it won't be." She said: "Cool" with a big smile on her face. I came to learn that that smile meant "Challenge accepted".
The following night, my colleague and I were pregaming in a conference room before leaving for the party proper and my phone buzzes. Maryse was wishing me a good party. I replied. She texted me again. I replied. She texted again, but I was in a conversation with a colleague so I didn't reply or even look at the phone. My phone buzzes again. Still talking, and didn't want to be rude to my colleague. Another buzz. I just kept talking. Phone buzzes differently, she was now calling because I hadn't answered her texts.
"Why aren't you replying to my texts?"
"Hey, sorry, was talking to my colleague Patrick."
"What? you don't want to talk to me?"
"I am talking to you now."
"Why didn't you reply to my texts?"
"Because it would have been rude to my colleague to pull my phone out while talking to him."
"But you're talking to me now."
"Because I thought something was wrong, maybe it was an emergency."
"I wanted to talk to you, that's all."
"Well, gotta go back to the party. Talk to you later."
She kept texting and if I didn't reply right away, she would call after two or three missed texts. After about 2 hours of this, I stopped answering the texts. When she called back, I asked her: "Aren't you supposed to be working?" which started another round of guilt-tripping of "why are you asking me this? you don't want to talk to me?" At that point I had had enough and wanted to enjoy my party. I remembered that the Blackberry (no shaming old tech!) I had had an annoying feature, but I was hoping to put it to good use at that moment.
Whenever the battery would get really low, like less than 1%, it would let out an ear-piercing BEEP for about 3 seconds, reminiding you to charge it and giving you a heart attack all at the same time. It would do that even when you were in silent mode. It had happened a few days earlier when I was with Maryse. I figured, if I press a button on the Blackberry, it would make a beep too that could be heard through the phone. So while I was talking to Maryse, I pressed my thumb on the space bar for a good 3 seconds and sputtered; "what... the .... what?" trying to put on a somewhat believable performance.
She asked what that noise was and I tell her that it was my blackberry letting me know I was low battery and it might shut off any second. I told her "Listen I'm gonna wish you a good night, I'm having a good time at my party so I'll see you tomorrow at 5PM to go spend our evening together. I hope you have a good....." and hung up mid-sentence. I promptly shut my phone off and went back to the party. I concede that I may be a bit of an AH for that move.
The party was great, I got drunk much quicker than I expected owing to the fact that I hadn't had a drink in over two months because Maryse didn't drink so I didn't either when we were together, and we were always together. At 1AM, I went home and passed out on my bed.
This is another place where I may have been an AH. I didn't turn my cell phone back on and I unplugged my home line too, because I wanted to sleep the deep sleep of the drunkard. I woke up at around 1:30 PM, not knowing it was already too late. In my mind, I was meeting Maryse at 5PM to go out on the town that night. Maryse had other ideas as you'll see.
So like I said, I woke up at 1:30PM and was sticky with alcohol sweat, so I went straight for the shower to get clean again. While in the shower, my stomach grumbled with hunger and I started daydreaming of bacon and eggs. That pushed me out of the shower right quick. I dried myself off quickly, tied the towel around my waist and went to the fridge. No bacon.... booo. Looked at the egg compartment... no eggs... booo again. Okay then, how about a cream cheese bagel. No cream cheese, damn it. Look in the pantry, no bagels.... god. I was starting to get angry. Okay, cereals then. I pick up the cereal box, that mofo was empty and I get mad: "who's the idiot who puts the empty box back in the pantry?" I remembered I live alone.
I close the fridge dejected and see the grocery list stuck on the fridge, taunting me with everything I wanted to eat for breakfast written on it. But I felt like if I went to the grocery store hungry as I Was, I'm just gonna pay 600$ and not get one single healthy thing to eat. I then remembered there's a restaurant next to the grocery store that serves breakfast until 3PM. I get excited! I get dressed quickly, grab my wallet and keys, put my boots on, my coat on, wrap my scarf, my tuque and my gloves and go to the restaurant. If you notice, I didn't mention my phone in there.
I get to the restaurant and confirm that they still have breakfast and get even more excited when she confirms it. I order the "heart attack", at least that's how I nicknamed it: 3 eggs, 3 servings of bacon, 2 sausages, and, I guess to give one peace of mind, fruit (or to be precise, one single solitary slice of orange). Now that the food is ordered and coming I figured I would check if I have any messages. I pat the pocket where my phone always is. No phone. uh-oh. I start clutching evert pocket, no luck.
I wonder if I should go back home after the meal before going to the grocery store and decide against it, it would be too long a detour. So I scarf my breakfast down, rush through the grocery store. I get home and set my bags down in front of the fridge. I go pick up my blackberry. I turn it back on. The little tape icon tells me there are messages on my voicemail, at that time there were no red dots with a number in it to tell you how many.
I connect to the voicemail while starting to put the groceries away. The little automated voice tells me "You have 25 new messages." I pull the phone away from my ear, look at it in disbelief as if saying: "are you f'ing kidding me?" So I press 1 to start playing the messages.
Remember: Maryse knew I was at a party with a dead phone, no chargers and I probably wouldn't get home until 1AM. From 6:30PM, when my phone died, to 11:34 PM, when she went to sleep she left me 9 messages. BTW I know she went to sleep at 11:34PM because she left me a message saying "it's 11:34PM and I'm going to bed. Thinking of you." The 9 messages were in the same vein. These are the salient details, but the messages were all much longer.
She woke up at 7:15 the following day, I'll let you guess how I know that tidbit of information! She left me 5 more messages like those from the day before: 7:15 woke up. 7:35 going to take a shower. 7:55 out of the shower. 8:25 getting ready to leave for work 8:50 walking out of the subway to go to the store.
She leaves me another message at 9 that was different. She sounded very excited as if she had had the best idea in the world: "Hey it's 9AM, I'm about to start my shift. I know we're only supposed to meet after my shift, but what if you came and met me for lunch so you could tell me all about your party." I just did my best Scooby-Doo "Ruh-Roh" and chuckled that I blew that, not thinking the calamity that was awaiting me.
Another couple of messages to talk logistics: "I could take my lunch at 12 or 12:30, let me know which you prefer." "I'm taking my lunch at 12:30"
A slightly worried message: "It's 11:15 and you stil have not said if you were coming or not, are you okay?"
The first bomb goes off and I knew I was in trouble then: "Where are you? We're supposed to meet for lunch and you still haven't given me any sign of life, you're not answering your home phone either, what happened?" Reminder: we were not supposed to meet for lunch, she suggested doing so a couple of hours earlier and I never agreed to anything. I guess she told her colleagues I would meet her for lunch and it was now fact and could perhaps make her look bad in front of her colleagues.
The second bomb drops: "It's almost noon now, WHERE ARE YOU? Stephanie says you're probably sleeping off your drunk, but I don't believe her. I'm sure you got yourself a slut and cheated on me. Didn't you? didn't you, you asshole." Stephanie knows me very well, but that wasn't enough for Maryse it seems.
Ensued four more messages from 12:30 to 1:15, where she starts sounding more and more drunk and accusatory, spewing more attacks like in the message above. At that point I already knew it was over, there was no coming back from that. I can understand having trust issues, but that was nuclear. I don't tolerate jealousy because of horrible experiences with a couple of jealous toxic exes.
A final message comes in, and it's a different voice, that of my best friend being more than a little angry: "Hey Guy, listen, Maryse tells me you had a Christmas party yesterday, so I'm guessing you're sleeping off your drunk, still. But call me when you get this. I put Maryse, who's f'ing drunk, in the backstore so she can dry off and "do inventory". She can't be on the sales floor obviously and I just don't feel safe sending her home in the state she's in. Call me to tell me how you want to handle this."
At that point I had finished putting away my groceries and had put my boots and my coat on and was making my way to the subway to go to the store. I call Stephanie and tell her I got the messages and I was coming. She was right, I was sleeping off my drunk and had just woke up (didn't feel the need to mention the breakfast and grocery store). I ask her if she knows what I'm gonna do when I get there. She says that she knows and understands. She knows my bad history.
When I get out of the subway, I call her again before getting to the store. I ask her how she wants me to do this. It's her store and I don't want to create drama in front of her customers. Does she want me to wait outside and she tells Maryse to meet me in the street or do I go in the store and she takes me to the backstore and I do it there? She says to come to the store.
I walk in the store and every saleswomen on the floor looks at me and gives me the biggest case of the stink-eye. They only have Maryse's side of the story, so they think I did all these horrible things. I see Stephanie in the middle of the store and I walk towards her. She shakes her head and points me towards the cash register. I look over there and see Julia, a salesperson that I've known for a couple of years and really like, who also happens to be the biggest gossip in the store. I understand what Stephanie is trying to do. She's gonna make me tell her my story in front of Julia so Julia can spread the "good news" to the other employees and rehabilitate my name possibly.
So I get to the register and say Hi to Julia. She barely acknoledges me. Steph joins me. She asks me:
"How are you?"
"I was better an hour ago, before I listened to those voicemails. I had gone to our office party last night, had a great night, got drunk off my ass, got home at around 2 and woke up around 2."
Julia asks "Maryse told us you were supposed to meet her for lunch."
"No we weren't. I have a reservation for tonight at XYZ restaurant. I was supposed to take the day to do errands, stuff around the condo and meet her here at closing time. She suggested that it could be fun if I came at lunchtime to meet her, but that was never the plan."
Julia asks again "But why didn't you answer your phone?"
"It ran out of battery last night during the party and when I got home, I was so drunk that I forgot to plug it back in. I only plugged it when I woke up at 2. That's when the messages came in."
Julia asks "She says she tried calling your home line and you didn't answer and your machine didn't kick in."
"Yeah, that one's my fault, I knew I wanted to sleep and telemarketers have a habit of calling me early saturday mornings so I didn't want to be awoken by a call for a rug cleaning service, so I unplugged it yesterday morning, knowing I would be drunk when I got home and forget and be angry if I was awakened by a telemarketer."
Julia gave me a hint of a smile, showing me she was starting to believe me. She asked me a few more questions and then she asked what I was gonna do. I told her that whatever I'll do, I would tell Maryse first.
I looked at Stephanie and said: "Can you open the back store so I can go see her?" So we went to the backstore. As we reached the door, it swung opened and out popped Maryse, looking absolutely terrifying, I actually jumped back when I saw her. Her usual perfect makeup was completely smeared, her mascara streaking down her cheeks from the crying. Her hair was disheveled. She was a mess. Apparently, she had had enough of waiting back there and was planning on leaving the store to go home and had put her coat and boots on.
When she saw me, she went into an unhinged rant about me being an asshole for cheating on her, me not being great in bed, me not treating her right, etc. I let her vent everything she had to say, I looked at Stephanie and apologized for creating such a scene in her store. I tell Maryse we should go outside and talk in private. She keeps on yelling, but when I grab her hand to lead her outside, she follows.
When we get outside, her anger had started to wane a little, or maybe just her energy. I was able to talk to her to explain everything, how I had gotten drunk, had overslept (alone) and woke up at 2PM. I reminded her that we were only supposed to meet at 5PM not for lunch. The anger was leaving her and a smile almost appeared on her face. Through all of this I was being very calm and patient with her, which she interpreted as me not being mad at her. I then said in a firmer tone: "However..." and let it hang for a second.
The beginning smile vanished. I continued: "When you accused me of cheating on you, that broke me. That triggered memories of toxic exes who would always accuse me of cheating, not trusting me when I would tell them where I was, snooping on me, stalking me. Because of those experiences, I have a zero tolerance policy for jealousy. I told her that if she was behaving like after only two months of dating, it didn't bode well for the future and I have to protect myself."
At that, the tears started again and she just turned and ran/waddled away. I told her to wait, but she didn't hear me. I turned towards the entrance of the store to see basically all the employees and customers milling around the door trying to catch the drama. I went back inside to talk to my best friend. The mood had definitely changed and no one was giving me the stink eye anymore, but I didn't really care. I was just sad that it had ended, but proud of myself for having stood up for myself.
So AITA for getting drunk and keeping my phone turned off?
There is a lot more to this story and if you want to learn what happened afterwards, then read on.
The immediate aftermath
So I went back inside the store and talked to Stephanie. I told her that I had a reserrvation for XX restaurant and if she wanted to go with Stephen, she could take it, I wasn't in the mood for a dinner. She said "I already have plans for tonight, but thanks for offering." Julia said she would go with me if I wanted, but I just said that I wasn't in the mood to go out. I just wanted to crash and eat a pizza and get into a food coma.
Stephanie said she didn't feel comfortable leaving me by myself and I should join them at her house. They were having friends over to play board games and it could at least distract me a little. I said why not. So brimming with enthusiasm, I went to play bored games. I left early as I wasn't in the mood. I was feeling a little better, but still a bit down. I thanked Stephanie for the invite and left. I got home and just passed out on the bed.
I woke up at around 7AM the next morning and I saw along the corners of the window the tell-tale signs of a snow-drift and got excited as it was the first snow of the season. I pushed the curtains aside and looked on to see a beautiful white carpet outside. It was early enough that very few cars had marred the whiteness. I was admiring it when I noticed that, against the red bricks of the building across the street, there was a pink blotch. As I focused, the blotch became human shaped and I cleared my eyes enough to realize that it was Maryse and she was raising her cell phone to her ear.
On cue, my phone rings. I pick it up. Still sounding drunk, she asks me if we can speak. I ask her to give me five minutes to get dressed and I'll meet her down there. She asks why she can't come up. I say that I'm not sure I want her in my apartment. She says that it's cold out. I say: "Good, then this will be quick."
I get dressed and meet her outside. I'm still bleary-eyed from having woken up 5 minutes ago, but I try to get my wits together. I tell her that we're going to walk to the subway. It 's a 10-minute walk normally, but with her drunkenness, it might take 15-20 minutes. That's how long she has to tell me what she wants to tell me.
She wants to apologize for accusing me of cheating on her. She says she knows I'm a great guy and... I may be the A-hole at this point too, but I start to drift off in my little bubble and start daydreaming about, if I go back to bed, would there still be some residual heat or would it be cold? I could take a hot shower and warm the bed that way. I could still hear her in the background making excuses, saying how she had been cheated on, but I wasn't really listening.
During the daydreaming I notice it got quite quiet. I look on my left and she's not there, I turn around she's a good 5-6 steps behind me looking angry and she says: "you're not listening" I just say: "when you're right, you're right." I tell her that I understand she's been hurt too in the past, and I hope she can work to resolve her issues, but I was done and I'm going back to bed. I was a bit harsh there, but I was tired and still down.
I walk past her and get maybe 10 paces past her when I hear a scream coming from her. I turn around and I see her messing with something inside her coat. She pulls out a chef's knife with like an 8-inch blade. That wakes me the fuck up. Byebye bleary eyes, hello wakefulness. better than a cup of coffee or a red bull I tell you!
So she's got the knife, she's screaming something that I can't quite understand. She gets quiet and then she charges at me with the knife. If I'm being honest I could have stayed where I was and she probably would have missed me anyways, but someone charges at me with a knife, I'm gonna nope out of there. I take a massive side step and once she gets to where I was and realizes that I'm no longer there, she turns her head towards me and says heyyyyy.
At that point, I have a moment of clarity and see what's gonna happen. She's drunk running one way and looking another, I know she's gonna trip. As I predicted, she stumbled over her feet and starts falling to the ground. I start praying to god and anybody who would listen: "Please don't let her cut herself. I don't want to have to explain this to the doctors, EMTs and nurses. I don't want her drunk ass deciding to take revenge on me by saying I did it."
Thankfully, she winds up in a sitting position on the sidewalk holding the knife up and it was clean. Thank god for small miracles. She starts crying and, other moment of clarity, I know she's gonna turn the knife on herself now. I jump towards her and I realize I was right, the knife starts moving towards her left wrist. I tackle her, grab her right wrist and twist it so she drops the knife. I pick the knife back up and put it in my pocket. She looks at me crying and says: "Why did you stop me?"
I pick her up and take her back to my building. In my building there was a couch in the lobby, so I take her there and I sit her down and plop myself next to her. I look at her and wonder out loud: "What am I gonna do with you? What can I do?"
She goes: "Just let me go, I'll be good." I tell her that's not going to happen. I realize I have three options and I give her the three options.
"So here's the choice I give you.
1- I pull out my phone, call 911 and tell them about the attempted murder back there and they send the police to arrest you. I don't want to do that because that could derail your life and not get you the help you need. Besides, they might not do anything anyway as it's your word against mine.
2= I pull out my phone, call 911 and tell them about the attempted suicide back there and that you need to be placed on a 72 hour hold. I could do that, but at the same time, again it's my word against yours, so maybe they don't believe me.
3- I'm gonna hazard a guess here. From what I've seen, you have alcohol problems. So I'm gonna guess you were in AA, had been sober for a while, I want to say 6 months, maybe less, when we met."
She confirms my guess.
"alright so option 3, I'm guessing you had a sponsor in AA." she nods "we call them up and tell them about your relapse and what happened this morning. Can they come get you and take care of you?"
She takes her phone out and picks a contact and calls. She hands me the phone. Someone answers and I explain the situation. They said they were coming right away. I give them my address, they get here 15 minutes later. Maryse had fallen asleep in the meantime, so I wake her up gently and help her to the car. Off she went.
I went back to my apartment and just crashed back to sleep.
A month later
Mid-january, my phone rings and I see Maryse's number on there. I send her to voice mail. Another call. Voicemail again. 5 minutes later, Private number calling. "Gee I wonder who that could be." Voicemail once more.
Afterwards, I didn't get any unidentified callers for a little over a week. One afternoon, I was at work and my phone rings and it's a number I do not recognize. I pick up.
"Hello."
"Hi, is this Guy?"
"Yes, to whom am I speaking?"
"This is Hannah, Maryse's sponsor. we spoke last month." I started fearing the worst.
"Yes, I remember. How can I help you?"
"Maryse tried to reach you last week and you rejected the calls. I think it could help Maryse if you listened to what she had to say. You're obviously not obligated to entertain her, but I think despite everything that happened, you still care about her or you would not have called me that morning."
"You are right, I do still care about Maryse. I'm just not sure how good it would be for her to meet me this soon after everything that happened. I understand wanting to work through the 9th step and making amends, but..." She interrupts me.
"So you know about the steps."
"Yes I have friends in the program. which is how I could guess that she was in the program too that morning."
"You know it's important."
"I know. I know. How about this: we meet in public at a cafe, you would have to be there. Not necessarily at the table with us, but nearby in case she needs help, in case meeting me causes her pain. Tell her I promise to be in a more receptive mood than I was that morning."
So we make an appointment for that saturday afternoon.
I get to the coffee shop. She's already there, and so is her sponsor. I realize happily that she's not wearing makeup. I say happily because that means she understands that this is not a date, but something serious. She's still stunningly beautiful, and I feel sad almost right away.
I grab a coffee and go join her at the table.
"Hey" I say,
"Hey. So this is gonna be uncomfortable, but thank you for agreeing to meet me and for coming, I appreciate it more than you know. I'm sure you heard I quit the store."
"I have, I'm sorry about that, I hope you didn't do it just because of me."
"No, I needed time to focus on myself for now."
She proceeds to tell me about how I wasn't far off with my guess. She had been sober 4 months when we met. Now she had 39 days. She tells me that in AA, if you are single, they recommend not dating anyone new for at least the first year of your sobriety as it can cause issues, similar to what happened with us. I was like her "drug" and as long as I was available, she could get her fix. But the moment I wasn't available all hell broke loose, and that is what led her back to drinking that day.
I told her I'm glad to see her back sober again this quickly and I hope she can get all the help she needs from it. I ask her if she wants to talk to me about her drinking.
She starts to share a story about how she started drinking at around 11 years old. When puberty hit her, she got into a deep depression because the sexual feelings she was starting to feel were triggering responses. As a child she had been abused by two of her uncles repeatedly and her parents never believed her. They accused her of trying to make herself interesting. That was until they caught one of those uncles red-handed.
They finally believed and took the necessary steps to protect their daughter. But they were poor and they couldn't afford therapy. So she never really got help for it. At 11, she started self medicating the depression with alcohol. When alcohol wasn't enough, she added drugs.
At that point, I was full on crying. She asked me if I wanted her to stop. I told her that she doesn't have to stop. That the tears are there because that was one more thing we had in common. I was also a survivor of sexual assault as a child. In my case, it wasn't a family member, it was only a stranger, so it only happened once. But I also self-medicated with alcohol at the onset of puberty, switching to drugs later on too. I was lucky to avoid the pitfalls of addiction, but I was still dealing with my demons, slowly making peace with them.
So there we were, sitting at a coffee shop, both crying and holding each other. I tell her that I think it's great she's getting help for her alcoholism and addicion, but was she doing anything to help with the underlying issue, the original trauma? She said no, she couldn't afford therapy. I tell her that I am a member of a survivors group and if she is interested, I could get her into a meeting and perhaps learn to heal that part of herself too.
She said that she could give it a try. I tell her I have to talk to the other members to know if I can bring someone new and I would let her know. If they said yes, we would go to her first meeting together, I would introduce her and then we would coordinate so that I never went to meetings where she was. I wanted to do that because I wanted her first few meetings to be about healing and I didn't want our own history to be intertwined or mixed in with that.
After that, we left both feeling content and, while not necesarily happy, at peace if you will. Later on, I contacted Stephanie who was one of the "pillars" of the support group (that's how we met) to ask her if it was okay for me to bring in a new member to the group. She said sure. She asked if it was anyone she knew. I told her she would have to meet her at the meeting if she decides to come.
We were having a meeting the following day. I called Maryse, told her the time and place, and she said she would be there. She came to the group meeting and was shocked to see Stephanie there but Stephanie kinda guessed that it was Maryse I was referring to.
I introduce her, we start sharing stories, talking about how we're feeling, etc. The meeting was good and Maryse liked the vibe. So for the first six months after that, I never saw Maryse and we planned which meeting we would be attending to ensure we didn't cross paths. She started feeling much better.
After maybe 2 and a half years, she finally felt ready and she started dating again. She met someone and she fell for him. They were together for about six months, she looked happy. Unfortunately after about six months, she caught him cheating on her. We tried supporting her, being good friends, cursing his name, doing all the things we could to make sure she didn't relapse. But on April 5th 2014, she ODed on heroin. She was hospitalized for 2 weeks after that.
Hannah took her in and she set up a room for Maryse. She was still in a fragile state, so a group of her friends and I started taking turns watching over Maryse, making sure there was always at least one person there with her to keep her company.
Despite our vigilance, on May 14th 2014, when Hannah was out running a quick errand, she was gone maybe 15 minutes tops, Maryse found a way to cut her wrists and she died. We found a note saying that "the OD was not an accident, and neither was that. Thanks for everything you did for me. I love you all, but I can't do this anymore."
It feels good to write that story (I'll just ignore the fat tears rolling down my face!). Thanks for reading this far and sorry for the long story, I just started writing and couldn't stop. I apologize if it was a bit of a bummer.

I haven’t had a period in well over a year getting close to 2, since I have a Kyleena IUD, I’ve only been with the same partner since then, and I felt my iud and it seems to be in place. But the last two days I’ve had random light cramping, and just noticed some mucusy bright red spotting. Wondering what this could possibly be or if anyone else had experienced this. ofc my mind is running to the worst case like ectopic pregnancy or cancer.

I (29F) went for my first OB appointment today and I thought it would be an ultrasound but it was mainly to confirm I was pregnant and do a Pap smear. According to this little pregnancy app, I should be around 7 weeks today. For some reason I’m TERRIFIED to go to my first ultrasound appointment. I have had two abortions in the past. Once in my teen years and once early twenties. I truly felt like I had made the right decisions at the point in time but for some reason I keep thinking what if I didn’t.. and what if karma from my past decisions are going to affect this pregnancy. I start feeling guilty because there are hundreds and thousands of women/families that would’ve loved to adopt my babies if I had had them back then.. idk and maybe I’m just overthinking or worrying entirely too much but i keep thinking what if this pregnancy, the one i want to carry full term, is going teach me a lesson of some sort? I’ll love my child REGARDLESS of how he/she/etc comes out but I also would hope and pray for a healthy 10 finger 10 toe child who will not have to worry about any issues when it comes to health. i don’t even know if I’m making sense but i guess I just needed to let that out because between this whole “mom brain” and how tried I’ve been feeling.. i think I’m going a little crazy 🙄.

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Hello! Just checking people's experiences and tips as usual. I read here a lot that fasting/intermittent fasting is probably the best thing you can do to clear out your body from a food-given histamine dump (assuming it doesn't work if the dump is due to hormones or mold or other factors) - the issue being, personally if I delay or skip a meal I will have cramps, nausea, and dizziness (and crankiness) bad enough it can reach the point I won't even be able to stand long enough to get a snack (I call my husband in those cases).
So I was wondering: are there tricks or tips to being able to teach your body how to bear this and do it safely, or could it be that whatever root issue I have (idk, could be H. Pylori given it does cause a lot of pain if the stomach is empty) would make it a bad idea for me to keep trying and I should wait until I have a better overview on my root cause? Or are there perhaps tips and advice about fasting I may not know because it's not common knowledge? All that comes to my mind is "drink a lot, and when you eat add proteins as they will keep you full for longer."

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Hello reddit, I'm using an expendable account so as to not have my name tied up in this for embarrassment sake.
I'm 20 and male. I met a girl a little over a month ago and we started dating and having sex. We dated about a month before it became blaringly obvious this wasn't gonna work out. She started her last period (menstrual) on the 24th of april and it ended on the 28th. The last time we had sex was the 28th after bleeding stopped.
Fast forward to May 12th, exactly two weeks since we had sex and her menstrual ended, I receive a text saying "hey OP! hope everything is well, just so you know i'm taking a pregnancy test today because i missed my last period, and i figured i should tell you because you were the last person i slept with. i'll let you know how it goes". I call her and ask her how she's missing her period since she just had her last one two weeks ago and while dating she told me she had normal routine periods. She tells me her app says she's 3 days late.
She takes a pregnancy test. A clearblue brand one with the blue plus and it comes back negative with a very very very slight positive line, however the test window is super yellow. Like it looks like an old test yellow. I ask her if she has another and she says she's out and then a minute later texts and says she all of a sudden found an extra. She takes it 10 or so minutes after the alleged first one and jt comes back completely negative but this time the test looked normal. The window was white.
A series of conversations have occured since then and I will summarize some suspicious topics overall:
-She texts me on mothers day (May 12) about possibly being pregnant
-she texts me that she has a suspicion, before she even took a test
-claims she's 3 days late 14 days since her last period ended. -the first test is super yellow and looks like an old test with an evap line and yellowing
-i wore a condom, she claims she has an iud, and I didn't finish in.... so I don't understand how this could even be possible
-says she doesn't have a second test and then suddenly finds one
-she held me on the phone call regarding the possible pregnancy and discussed our relationship and got me to apologize about it ( I mean I apologized naturally but I think thats what she wanted)
-she adds me back on snapchat out of the blue today (may 14th)
-I ask her to keep me updated on period. She texts the next day and says she started cramping pre menstual but then today she texts me out of the blue and tells me she was blackout drunk last two weekends and is worried. She then tells me she stopped cramping today and might not be having a period.
I'm absolutely petrified that she's pregnant, but obviously with how safe we were that seems to be impossible and the timing of her cycle. Nonetheless running through every scenario in which it could have happened. Everyone in my life thinks she's seeking attention or trying to get back with me and there's no way she's pregnant. But I'm not entirely sure. Looking for someone on here to weigh in. Much appreciated.

I took mife, and both doses of miso on Saturday. I know the pregnancy ended because I saw it. But my question now is that it's been a couple days and I have sudden severe cramping for the last couple of hours, no changes in bleeding. The bleeding is clotless and bright red. No other symptoms but even ibuprofen and Tylenol aren't touching it. How do I manage this? Is there any point it becomes something I need to see a Dr for? It hurts so much more than the initial process, which I managed completely fine with just ibuprofen and some Tylenol.