This morning I was pregnant. By 12:30 pm I was starting to be pregnant no longer.
As you can imagine, despite the so many things that went wrong today, this is by far the worst. I was at work and was able to find a co-worker I could trust to draw my blood (I was way too upset to do my own) and coordinate it with the office so we could send it to the lab. And I got the results back at about 7:15pm, confirming what my cramping and everything else was already telling me-- we lost the baby.
I'm finally back home after finishing my shift, and I'm taking 12 hours
or so off from these boards. I've sent MH out for pizza. When my
headache from the tears clears up, I'll add some wine to the equation.
I've changed my tickers/siggy back. My sister is informing my parents.
The world has better things to do than to wait for me-- but I'm telling it to give me at least 12 hours.
And tomorrow is another day. I'll see you all then!