This thread should almost be re-titled "Adventures in Miscarriage".
I'm once again going to talk about this messy, distended process of miscarriage. So please don't read if you're pregnant or squeamish. (No, really.)
Okay. I take it back. The miscarriage apparently wasn't complete as of Wednesday, and the amount of blood that passed out of my body this morning was truly astonishing, but more in line with what I was expecting earlier this week.
Mr. Onalark is freaking out just a tiny bit. He had intended to go get a haircut, but now won't leave me alone. We had some errands planned this morning (including visiting the former owners of our new home, who are still living there, per our agreement), but we basically got there, I ran into the bathroom, saw how much blood was passing and how soaked my pad was, and we beat a quick retreat. I think I babbled something about not feeling well. I feel awful that we just sort of showed up, grabbed our lease-back check, and ran off again, but I really didn't want to recreate scenes from The Shining in their living room.
I'm feeling better now and I am really, really hoping This Is All. I had a total hormone crash yesterday reminiscent of the day before my period starts, only way worse and much more angry. This is not good when your job relies on you being a people person. I sent myself home before I snapped at anyone and I slept for two hours and afterward I was grumpy. Poor Mr. Onalark.
Continuing to cramp. The pain is comparable to really bad gas. Or was. The cramps are subsiding, and I haven't had one in 30 minutes...wait, nevermind. There was one. I figure as long as I'm cramping, there's probably tissue that needs passing.
I had actually been muttering this morning that I probably needed to take another round of Cytotec, because I was still bleeding a little. Well, that looks to be totally unnecessary now. As for the "shriveled grape" of an embryo I was supposed to be looking out for...ha ha ha ha ha. I have no fucking clue how you could find it midst all that blood. Seriously. No. Just...no.
Tonight's my week-late birthday party! Hooray! I'm packing extra pads! Oh yes! And Tylenol! Thank science for that!