Things are Ugly

Yes, things are ugly at the old abode of DinoD. Through a series of whiny, pleading, vaguely threatening phone calls, I now have a new ultrasound appointment - tomorrow thankfully. Of course, I won't be able to get my prescription for Misoprostol until Monday but I think I can hang in that long (I will try to remember to get painkillers as well this time). They originally were going to make me wait a full eight weeks and then do the scan on my birthday (what a clever group they are).

Thank-you everyone who e-mailed but I am still keeping the comments turned off. The LAST thing I want to read right now is anything even remotely hopeful. If anyone sends me something like that I will stop reading e-mail as well. It's the sixth time for me - I probably know a little more than you (especially about my own body).

Sorry to be such a bitch but that's about all that's keeping me going right now (that and the fact that my son actually received a sort of "average" report card which I would celebrate if I didn't feel the need to throw-up every second minute or so - and NO, this does not mean there is anything remotely viable going on).

God willing, this will be over soon and no, we are not ever trying this again.

DinoD