My appointment with the MFM specialist went well. He talked to us for an hour about the risks of trying again and how he would treat a future pregnancy. I was very relieved when we left and feeling much more hopeful. I spent most of the day in absolute terror because this is the doctor that injected Aiden's heart so the stupid uptight hospital would let me deliver instead of going 6 hours away to an abortion clinic. I was deathly afraid of going to that office again. It was the last place I "saw" Aiden alive.
It wasn't bad. Turns out a little compassion and respect can go a long way toward making a scared and grieving mom comfortable. What an amazing doctor.
However, as I was putting my daughter to bed tonight, I threw my back out. And by out, I mean not able to stand up, roll over, lift my left leg, lift my head, or sit up straight without screaming. I scared the crap out of my daughter and took WAY too many pills. I still can barely move. Looks like I will be spending tomorrow in the ER instead of talking to my boss about the evil bitch next door. FANTASTIC.
If it didn't hurt so damned bad I would be laughing about this. I did want an excuse to not go back to work tomorrow. Really, Universe, something a little less painful would have been sufficient.
Anyway, more details about trying again when I'm not stoned on pain pills. Wish me luck that this is just a bad spasm and not my compressed disc finally rupturing. That would be REALLY BAD.