Moving On

My D and C on Thursday apparently went fine. I'm tired and crampy, but ok. I bled a LOT the evening after the procedure -- like pour a pitcher of red kool-aid in the toilet bleeding -- but since then it's been minor.

I waver between believing the line about bad luck, and wanting to know what went wrong. Since Dr. Mango turned out to be a huge @sshole, I won't be finding out any information from the procedure. (It's often possible to determine if there were genetic abnormalities in the embryo, which would mean the miscarriage wasn't due to anything my body did.) Dr. Mango also refused to provide me with any painkillers after the procedure. HATE him.

So what's next? I have no idea. So much for a "miracle of life" blog.