So I went to the doc. I took some pride in the fact that I was, literally, the skinniest chic in the room as all of the others were fat pregnant whales. So I was like 'guess none of you will be a size seven any time soon'. Though, in actuality, I'm not exactly a size seven myself, per se, but they don't have to know that. So that felt a bit better. But the thing that is troubling, body wise, is that you would think that after five pregnancies my breasts would have grown a size or two?? Frustrationville.
I had an ultrasound, and it was as I expected, although not entirely so. The embryo is no longer in there at all, which is strange because I haven't bled at all. But the gestational sac is still there. And it has grown. It is now measuring at seven weeks five days. But, obviously, without the baby it doesn't matter what it measures. So then I had to wait an hour to see that doctor for literally thirty nine seconds. She was like 'yeah, so the medication didn't work. Go to City hospital tomorrow at nine fasting and we'll proceed with the D&C'. Good bye. Farewell. So no ketchup burgers for me tomorrow. The only thing that I really don't like about the whole things is the stupid IV. It freaking hurts. And the fact that I can't eat anything, not even a mesely bowl of jello. But, oh well, what can you do when you live in a shoe??
Anyways, I guess I will just be glad to get this over and done with. Have a good night and try not to worry about me, though, in reality, I could die on the table. So sleep tight.