Ahem

I love y’all. I love that you asked me “so what’s next”? Like my health care professionals would come equipped with contingency plans.

Um… what happened next was more waiting (like 5 weeks wasn’t enough waiting). It is called “Expectant Management”. When it comes to my experiences with miscarriage, “expectant management” consists of telling me that if I start to hemorrhage, I should get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Otherwise, I am pretty much left to my own devices.

In their defense, the technique has worked for all but one of my miscarriages (you just need to be of strong mind, or maybe just stupid, I’m not sure which). So it appears that I am finally Frankenstiny free and Frankenstiny life support system free.

I do object to the “expectant management” terminology however. Although it is used in a variety of circumstances, the term seems rather inappropriate for someone facing a miscarriage, being as “expectant” has all these other connotations.

So, I am trying to think of a better term. When it was initially a missed miscarriage, they could have said we would try “missed management” but I am thinking they would find this too close to mismanagement.

Then, when it was an incomplete miscarriage, they could have started discussing “incomplete management”. I am guessing that they would also be resistant to this terminology as well.

Perhaps they should just call it “leave us alone and go miscarry you old fool”. In essence they did tell me this and like the good soul I am, I complied, thereby saving our medical system several hundred dollars (for hospital care, nurses, drugs and the doctor that a D&C would have required). And actually, recent studies have shown better outcomes associated with “missed management” than with surgical intervention so I am telling myself that everything worked as it was supposed to (ah, other than the whole fetal demise thing).

Anyway, I was going to tell you that I am leaving this blog at least for a while. However, look where it got me last time I made that announcement. Therefore, I will cautiously hint that I am feeling my age and I am not feeling the need to discuss my reproductive status very much. Alas, the rest of my life is either boring or confidential or too chaotic to blog about.

I may still post occasionally but those of you who are checking here several times a day would probably be well advised to put me on bloglines or something similar so that you can put your time to better use. And yes, I can tell some of you are nearly relentless about checking me out - makes me feel like a teenager all over again (you see, I have sitemeter).


For the rest of you (people who comment), I will continue to visit your blogs and comment until you actually tell me to shut up and leave you alone (and perhaps even after that). Hum... I do love y'all but this sort of makes me sound like a stalker, doesn't it?

DinoD