I survived

Yet another D &C. I came and went. I must say this one was a lot smoother than the first. I let them know I had awful nausea and dizziness the first time around, and they gave me meds beforehand. That did wonders for me. I was also much less crampy and stuff this time. So at least that part was easier. Now it's the real hard part, the emotional part, the trying to move forward part, the what to do next part.

It's been especially difficult with it having been Easter, and now being the week Gabe would be coming home. All I kept thinking about was how big of a freaking belly I should have right now, how I should barely be able to keep up with Andrea. How we are supposed to be getting prepared for a new baby. I keep thinking how at the very least I should be 10 weeks pregnant. I'm neither of those, and it stings like a freaking bee over and over.