My doctor called me this afternoon.
“I have bad news.”
The pregnancy isn’t progressing. I will likely miscarry in a matter of days. The doctor will be on call via email over the weekend and I haven’t begun bleeding by then, there is a procedure I can have which will remove everything. I should have one full menstrual cycle before trying to get pregnant again.
So. There you have it.
My doctor was gentle and lovely. i cried. I called my husband. I ducked into a conference room at work and tried to pull myself together.
“So can I have a cocktail tonight?” I asked my doctor.
I found myself trying to find an angle on the way home. As if I could possibly be ready to talk about this on stage.