We still have a heartbeat! A strong and clear one at what looks like 160bpm, though with the midwife's handwriting it could be IbO. Serious chicken scratch. Anyhoodle, she wasn't concerned with my brief spotting, and said that I won't be miscarrying with that heartbeat. Of course, anything is still possible, but the chances are so low that I am not going to worry about it.
And other good news: we can have the house sprayed for spiders (midwife approved). It is time to do that again. How do I know it is time? Oh, the monstrous white tail spider I killed the other day. The biggest bloody white tail I have EVER seen, and we get quite a few of these little somewhat poisonous bastards. I have killed bigger spiders in the US, and WAY bigger ones is Aussie, but not here. And worst of all, I nearly touched it before I realized it was a spider. It was hiding in disguise and underneath a stack of newspapers. Clearly a scout for a much large force of spiders preparing for battle. Well, spiders, consider yourselves warned: the Geneva Convention does not apply to you, and I am going chemical on your 8-legged asses.