So yesterday was my 30th birthday. It began the way the rest of this last month has gone: really shitty. Pardon my francaise, but there's no proper english word to express how negative it's been.
So I was driving to work and I started to feel sick. I immediately grabbed my plastic grocery bag with my lunch in it and held it up to my face. I knew i would rather lose my lunch than have puke on my lap or floor boards. So I then started to throw up into the bag while still driving. Three pukes later, I felt moisture on my lap.
While it's not out of the realm of possibility for me to also wet my pants while puking (yes, some of you know this first hand), that was not the case this time. Turns out my plastic bag had some holes in the bottom and I ended up with what looked like baby spit-up all over my legs and dripping down to the seat. I quickly called in to work and notified them I would be late, but would definitely be there!
I had already missed so many days, I did not want to be gone unless it was totally necessary. So I drove home feeling like I had wet my pants, thinking how lucky it was that no puke got on my shirt. Only have to find new pants now!
I realized all this happened because I took my medicine on an empty stomach. I finally had the D&C on Tuesday as I just could not wait any longer for the miscarriage to come. Plus, numerous people told me how incredibly painful their miscarriage was. Add to that my doctor informing me I would probably need a D&C anyhow as I was so far along when baby Logue died.
The surgery definitely ended up being a great choice. Thanks to the anaesthetic, I remember nothing and felt nothing. Kind of crazy that all that can go on and you don't have a clue afterward, but I am so thankful!
