The ultrasound Friday with Dr G didn’t go well. Not only did he not find a heartbeat but the pregnancy stopped growing. It not only stopped growing, but actually started shrinking. Which Dr G says is normal when the pregnancy fails.
Last Monday, the crown to rump measurement was 1.8 cm, and Friday it was only 2 mm!
Dr G has referred me to a new doctor, so that I don’t have to see Dr M anymore. However when I called the new doctor, he is out of town until next week. So I have to go to Dallas to have the D&C done on Friday. Dallas is a 3 hour drive. ONE WAY. Should be a fun day. I am going to request a sleeping pill so that I can sleep in the car on the way back.
We are going to try again, and life is going to go on. This isn’t the first time. Not even close. But right now, I just need a bit of time to process. To grieve. To be angry. To mourn. To curse the world and all of the pregnant “oops I am pregnant” women out there who have no idea how freaking lucky they are. Bitter much?