I went in for an emergency scan for an ectopic. Scan showed nothing. Come back next week and we will come up with a plan, assuming I don't bleed out and die before then. So maybe I get an abortion for Christmas!
Sometime between Wednesday and Friday, the clinic put up a giant Christmas tree in the waiting room covered in Baby's First Christmas ornaments. And of course the ornaments all have pictures of smiling twins in matching Christmas outfits. Twins dangling just out of reach.
That means Four Christmases as a grinch who just wants what comes so easily to everyone else. Four Christmases waiting for my baby. God, I'll be looking at this giant Christmas tree again next year covered in even more twins, while my heart is two sizes too small. Hell, I might be looking at this same damn tree for years.