January 14, 2008
No heartbeat on Baby A. I can’t think of anything else to say, except maybe a hearty Fuck You to the receptionist who, when making our follow-up appointment for next week, after looking DIRECTLY AT MY CHART and then my swollen, tearstained face, said “Twins, right?”
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January 10, 2008
Monday night I attempted to attend a class for expectant parents of multiples. Unfortunately, halfway through the evening I had to excuse myself to projectile vomit in a hospital bathroom stall. Almost 22 weeks and still not done puking, Zofran or no. Truthfully I was almost relieved at the excuse to beat our hasty exit, [...]
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