Monkey and I spent half of the day at the hospital registering for the D&C procedure. We waited and waited, met with someone to draw my blood, and then met with a nurse. Thank God Monkey was there with me because it took my mind off of what I was registering for. And he was SO good.
I had no idea it would take so long (2.5 hours), so I didn’t bring anything extra for him to play with or eat. Luckily he was entertained enough with the fish tank and his Mater truck and McQueen car.
This whole thing is just so weird. I can’t believe it’s actually my reality. I have three friends who are all pregnant and we were all due within a month of one another. That sucks. A lot. I feel like they don’t know what to say to me and it’s just really awkward. Naturally it’s pretty weird for me because we had that to share and now we don’t. Blah.
My dad called this morning to see if Monkey could stay with them this weekend, just so I could have some down time. At first I said okay, but then I changed my mind. Do I really want just a lot of time to do nothing and have my mind think about what’s actually going on? I mean, there’s only so much television I can watch, know what I mean? And my mind is pretty good at thinking about everything that’s going to happen and not going to happen.
I’m scared out of my mind about Monday, but it also can’t get here fast enough so I can start to put all of this behind me. So yeah, woe is me right now… insert sad face here too.
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