Talk about not my day, it is not my month

I am having some rough times. First I am pregnant, then I had some problems with it and last call the doctor says things don't looks so good. Well I am fine with whatever outcome as long as it is a healthy baby if the pregnancy goes on. I just hate the wait, and the doctor insisted that we wait two more weeks to determine what is going on. And the wait I hate. My moral is lower and lower by the minute, I am afraid of anything happening that I can't handle. It is not enough that I have to deal with the wait but there is also great fear of what might happen. Not pretty times. Don't know if I can make it for two more weeks. The doctor may find me knocking at his door sooner. Uh, the uncertainty the fear the physical pains, all too much for my poor soul.