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D&C is tentatively scheduled for 4pm today. I say "tentatively" because the L&D unit at the hospital is busy today, so they may not have time to see me. I really really hope they do, because I am pretty freaked out about the possibility of hemorrhaging over the weekend if I start to miscarry naturally. (Okay, "miscarry" isn't the right word because there is no baby, but I don't know what else to call it.) Apparently there can be a great deal of potentially dangerous bleeding with something like this - plus, if the tumor isn't removed in a controlled fashion there is a higher risk of tumor cells migrating and implanting somewhere else.

My friend Emily is going to pick Alex up at nursery school at 5pm and bring her to her house, where she can play with her friend Zoe and have dinner. Her neighbor will watch Zoe during pickup, so we don't need to worry about dropping off Alex's carseat. If we wind up being at the hospital longer than expected, Emily will bring Alex back to our house and put her to bed. We've arranged for a key for her.

Nursery school will explain to Alex at 4:45, but not before, that she's going home today with Miss Emily instead of with Papa or Mama. Emily will explain to Alex that Mama is sick and had to go to the hospital, but that Papa is taking care of me and I will be home soon.

Emily will bring something by tomorrow for us to have for dinner. God, she's a good friend. It's so nice to know that I can just rely on her to make things happen.

Our minister Phyllis is coming by in about half an hour to talk with me and Michael. One of my church friends asked if there was anything she could do, and I actually thought of something for once: she could call the church and let someone know that we need pastoral care, and why. I kept wanting it, but not being able to imagine picking up the phone and making the call and explaining things. So thank God for Megary. And Phyllis.

When the midwife's assistant called and told me not to eat anything more today because of the D&C, I asked her if that meant no water as well. Then I used the time it took for her to check with the midwife and call back to drink a big icy cold glass of water, which was good because when she called back she limited me to ice chips. I think that means I'm going to be fully sedated for the procedure, which, good. There's no way I want to be conscious to experience or remember this.

Am I leaving any kind of necessary preparation out? I've got the pacing-the-floor part covered. Anything else?

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Err damn, I was reading in reverse chronological order. Sorry.