This afternoon, I enjoyed 1.5 margaritas on the rocks with salt and a goat cheese and chorizo quesadilla. Delicious.
I’m now bleeding fairly profusely and the cramps aren’t as bad. I talked to my doctor this morning. She continues to be fantastic. Warm, supportive, kind. If the bleeding hasn’t abated by tomorrow morning, I will go the ER and have a D&C which will empty my uterus of all pregnant-ness.
I have two time-sensitive meetings tomorrow and I don’t know how much to tell people about my absence. I asked my doctor:
“If it’s completed by tomorrow, should I go to work?”
“Only you can decide. But, I think tomorrow is a day for you. Time for a pedicure. Time to rest. Going back to work right away won’t help you get back to yourself.”
My sister – an HR professional – and I are due to talk tonight about this very thing. I’ve caught some pretty sloppy mistakes in my work in recent weeks. Mistakes I never would’ve made under normal circumstances. So part of me wants people to know. Another part of me is scared that people will say “Well. Katherine isn’t exactly young. Maybe if she’d gotten married younger, she wouldn’t be in this mess.”
But the weather is beautiful. It’s a lovely weekend for a miscarriage.