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The end

Today, my pregnancy ended. I had what the receptionists like to call a procedure. Official diagnosis is missed miscarriage, not a blighted ovum.

My care was excellent, professional, gentle. It’s always good to be treated with dignity, of course, but it was especially welcome today when I was feeling vulnerable in every way. I am home, in bed. My mom and husband have taken over all the household and kid duty so I can be as lazy and useless as possible. Yay for sloth.

I want to thank all of you who left words of comfort and encouragement over the past couple of weeks. You have no idea how much it means. It is hard to type these feelings into the void, never knowing who cares and who doesn’t. Once again, vulnerability.

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