So it went smoothly. I started to cry once I was on the table. "This isn't the way this baby was opposed to come out..." and that was my last memory (they decided to knock me out right then and there!). I had no bleeding afterwards; a little on Sun. and today I am counting it as CD 1 (sigh...). It's like a light to moderate flow now. There goes the lining that tried to grow a baby...
I'm not a religious person, but last week I went to this place called Unity and went again yesterday. They're a pretty positive group of people and I need some of that right now (a girlfriend introduced me to the group). So I thought I was all in a good mood/right frame of mind yesterday and, well, after the service I came home to make lunch and boooyyyyy, did I ever take out my repressed anger on the plate and falling-apart sandwich! I mean, I bashed it all right in!!! Slam, slam, slam, SLAM! This rage just came up and I couldn't hold it back. DH was like, "Was that really necessary?" and I said, "Don't judge me" and promptly left the apartment (not totally rude, I did tell him to call me if he needed anything since he has a stomach bug right now, poor soul).
I guess I have not quite moved from the "anger" stage of the grief/healing process.
DH is such an angel. He listens to me go on and on. And I can be so negative at night times about this whole thing. I'm just pissed because, yes, I lost a baby again, but also because, dammit, I was doing so well this summer. I was on a break. I was not checking. I was FINE with that. And then I got pregnant. Baby was SUPPOSED to stick. If you're going to come into my life just like that, you're supposed to STAY. So now I'm back with all the f-ing baggage that I got rid of months ago. Heavy, heavy, heavy.
Of course I have my good days, too. Today I'm fine. I'm already trying to figure out when I can start IVF; counting days on the calendar as if I have any control over this. "Oooo, October looks good." SEE! I haven't learned anything yet!!
Anyway, I'll be on here "on and off." I really do want to follow your beautiful pregnancies, the little ones that have already made it into this world, and just be there for you if I can. But you know, some days it's going to be a bit hard to see all the babies that are joining us and I don't have one to share with you. Don't think that I'm not so happy for you gals who have gotten pregnant and about to have/already had your babies - because I am! - it just reminds of what I don't have yet. And sometimes that makes me sad and I don't like being sad.
All in due time SB, all in due time.
Crumbs - drink some cranberry juice, girl! My mom used to suffer from mad UTIs and swears by the stuff.

to all!