There’s no double, double let alone triple. It’s bad. RE thinks probably ectopic.
So, the flight to Montreal is canceled, the bag is unpacked.
I’m looking at a pile of stuff that I’d pre-packed for Bali and wondering when I’ll unpack that. Because Dr. VID does not want me to go-he needs to monitor me.
So, that’s pretty much it here. No weekend getaway, no vacation, no baby.
Oh, but I have a lot of baby-related stuff arriving on my doorstep any day now. Good times.
The only thought that keeps me sane is thinking, “I can get pregnant, but it was a bad egg. Who wants to raise a bad egg? Not me, I’m not cut out for that.”
I’m old, I’ve got some bad eggs in there. I knew that going into this game. I know my chances of getting pregnant and I also know I’ve got a 30% chance of m/c. I know. But I’d hoped to be one of the others.
Let’s hope there are some good eggs left for next time.
But if this is truly an ectopic, there’s gonna be quite a wait for next time.
The waiting never ends, does it?
I have a conference call at 4pm that I have to get my head on for and hope that no one asks me anything. After that, you’ll find me in bed reading, appropriately enough, “The Gravedigger’s Daughter”.