My snazzy new iPhone has been blowing up all day with calls, texts, emails, and blog comments from y'all and lots of other folks. Gotta say, it's really, really nice to know so many people would "do anything" to help me feel better, and since I know I'd do anything for any of y'all, I know it's the truth. Some seriously awesome people love me, and I love the hell out of y'all.
Um, I'm not too proud to accept Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Or just good ol' cookies. Really, chocolate. Just so y'all know. Because I'm apparently too passive-aggressive to ask for them.
I have some decisions to make. I can miscarry naturally and go in for checks to make sure my hormone level is going down. I can get a drug that will cause me to miscarry quicker. I can get a D&C. I'm really stuck between door #1 and door #3. Letting things run their natural course would be the least intervention and I'd get to spend a little more time with my baby, but it's apparently fairly painful (I've been given drugs) and would really draw this process out over a couple of weeks. I don't want to wait a couple of weeks. A D&C is a surgery, which has it's own risks, but it'd make things go a lot faster. Luckily, I don't have to make this decision right this minute. My regular OB/GYN was out today and since she knows me so well, I left a note for her to call me. She knows me very well and will hopefully help me make the right decision for me.
October is not a good month for me. I lost my first baby on October 21st, 4 years ago. At least today I shirked the feminist independence I held so dear 4 years ago and made Drew come with me in case Something Happened. My mom showed up a couple minutes after the ultrasound. They've been with me all day.
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