I go for my follow-up appointment tomorrow.
I really pray he's just going to talk to me. (It dawned on me that in one week's time - back when I was still giddy over being pregnant and looking forward to becoming a mom - I had 3 appointments with his office, 3 days of blood being drawn, three ultra-sounds, one D&C, and another blood test at the hospital after the D&C. Boy, I can't wait for the bills to come.)
And I really, REALLY pray that there won't be any obviously pregnant ladies there.
Yeah, I'm being selfish and I don't really fucking care.