[brrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeepppp! Mrs. X rings in]
Alex: Mrs. X
Mrs. X: What is my D&C?
Alex [in best Canadian accent]: No. I’m so-rry. The question we were looking for is “What is my second D&C in a row that sucks beyond belief and imagination.”
[brrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeppppp! Mrs. X rings in again]
Alex: Yes, Mrs. X?
Mrs. X: I think you looked much better with the mustache. And frankly, I find Will Ferrell’s impression of you far more entertaining than you. So-rry.
Alex: That’s ok. I liked you better when you hadn’t become hardened and embittered by three years of infertility.
Mrs. X: So I guess we’re even then?
Thanks to everyone for your beautiful comments. I’m actually doing pretty ok today. I’m sure the grief will come in fits and starts – little things that I have no idea are coming up will trigger it. I already had one such moment this morning when the hospital called to do the usual medical history workup prior to Monday. Once again, I was reminded of all that we have lost. She asked how many pregnancies, including this one, I had had and I answered “two”. Any deliveries? No. Ugh, how is it that one question can make you feel so incredibly wretched?
I was really hoping that this would turn into the ultimate phoenix situation, but it wasn’t meant to be. Like last time, we are having a karyotype done on the fetus to see what may have gone wrong. Last time, we learned that it was a monosomy – or Turner’s syndrome – a 94% fatal chromosomal anomoly. This time, who knows. It may come out completely normal.
There is some good in my world, though. It is a beautiful spring day, my Sweetie and I have the day off, the house is clean since the maid came this morning, I have lots of wonderful friends and family who care enough about me to check up on me and make sure I’m doing ok, I have wonderful friends inside the computer who without even knowing me send their most heartfelt condolences, and I no longer have to worry about when the shoe is going to drop. I’ll take what I can get right now.
And, as always, I have Cuteoverload.com: