Okay, I'm done worrying and panicking that my screwed up body hadn't gotten the memo that I had miscarried (remember me with the uneasy feeling and paranoia for no reason? lol.). My husband told me not to try to find the HB again tonight, but I told him I felt like I was being called to look for it tonight. I mean it's almost 11pm at night and I suddenly get the urge to check which is not me normally at all. Took 30 seconds to find it and a couple of minutes to get it "zoned" in correctly to get a reading (it was 155-165). Much relief!
Okay, I can go to sleep happy. And I'll probably spend money on newborn cloth diapers tomorrow at the Great Cloth Diaper Change.