now we must deal with things like manual vacuum aspiration versus scraping it out versus spontaneously bleeding. good lord.
at least, mercifully, it is over.
we got the week-to-live-brain-tumor death (where there is forewarning but lots of torture) instead of the instant-car-crash death (where it is instantaneous but shocking). which one is more dreadful? i think it is a toss up.
if it does not happen by monday morning, our trusty dr. poor social skills will “deal with it,” probably via manual vacuum. S is feeling relieved, NOT pregnant, and ready to move on. i am devastated.