One blob accounted for
showed a tidy little blob, right were it is supposed to be. Too bad it
isn't doing what it's supposed to. Still, a relief under the
circumstances. Most likely, the other embryo skipped town ages ago.
To make sure, I'll need more follow-up.
Bloodwork showed my hcg level has risen very slightly over the past
few days. The floodgates aren't set to open yet.
Possibly, I'll be offered medication next week, to evict the blob.
Pills of some sort.
Meanwhile, I've come to the the conclusion that a day in the office is
not compatible with PG failure. It doesn't matter how early the stage.
Really, I should have known better. But no, I went to work, cracked
before I even got there, and was practically packed home by lunch (by
a sympathetic co-worker).
I did manage to snatch some files with me to work on from home.
Somehow, the mere thought of facing people with a brave face is just
the thing to get the tears to well up. And then all is lost.