Since I dragged the story over the past two weeks, I won't make you wait the additional month that I waited, thinking that the bleeding had finally stopped. . . . On three separate occasions. I finally called, which resulted in more blood tests, ultrasounds, and ultimately an emergency D&C.
It's been two weeks since the D&C. Overall, the ordeal lasted a full six weeks. I think it's over, but I almost hesitate to write that, because I thought it was over before. Several times.
One of the most comforting things about this whole experience is that fact that I wasn't alone. I don't mean that my husband was there, he was, he was fantastic, what I mean is that almost every woman I told replied with a sympathetic nod and, "I've had one, too. It's hard." I never felt like I was the only person to go through this, like no one else could understand, because those closest to me did understand Completely. When I told them what I was going through, how I was dealing, there was a look in their eyes that was more than just a sympathetic listener. And it really made a difference.
Anyway, now that's all out, we can talk about more enjoyable things. Like my new obsession with fruit. Or redecorating my house. Or my new role on the PTA board. But I had to get all of that off my chest first. Thanks for listening.