Fuckity fuck fuck

Nothing to be seen on the u/s except a thin lining (4 mm), which suggested an ectopic to Dr. Spunk. They did more blood work, but looks like my worst fears are reality.

Well, not quite. I haven't started bleeding or experienced excruciating pain--or at least not yet. Something to be thankful for (she said sarcastically).

If my hCG is still rising, they'll do the meth shot tomorrow. Another day, another 70-mile drive to be tortured.

So I'm drinking porter and Spanish wine (not mixed--yikes!), eating espresso ice cream, and watching the stupidest DVDs imaginable. I called in to work to avoid the inevitable meltdowns and hysteria being around normal people would invoke in me at the moment.

I'm in such a bad mood, I can't even feel it anymore.