...compared to the worse news. In other words, I don't have an ectopic. And my hCG is <1, so who knows wtf just happened. I feel better, at least, and seem to have bucked the blues pretty much immediately.
Or at least I did until yesterday: my little one had another febrile seizure and we went to the ER again. He's got pneumonia once again. Of course, after a rough couple of nights, he's happy as a clam, running around as if he was in the best of health. Amazing.
I, on the other hand, need a gallon of coffee right about now. My nerves are shot after all this. At least the spinach in the garden is tasty, the sun is out, and we're all alive. Thanks for all your kind support, my dears.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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