And life goes on...

... just not as we know it.

So I spoke to Cheryl this morning at the doctor's office. My numbers dropped to 2600, so half of what they were two days before. So yes, I'm miscarrying. She actually thinks based on what I described to her over the phone this morning that I'm probably through the worst of it already. The thumb-sized and pinky-sized bits last night coupled with the cough drop sized bit this morning are apparently a big chunk of what's in there to be expelled already.

I'm scheduled to see the doc again on Monday. I was originally scheduled to see Dr. Jones. Dr. Stokes actually wants to see me. I don't really want to see him. I would rather see Dr. Jones.

At least at this point I know it's definitively over.

Again.