For comfort, and distraction I turn to numbers
But the only numbers that come to mind are that this is my 8th miscarriage
My 1st since my 2nd successful pregnancy.
It is the latest by 6 days in terms of the date when development ceased
The 2nd longest in overall length, 17 days behind the longest
But the gap is closing
There are 2 days until my appointment at EPAU
...well,
Only actually 33 hours, but it will feel like longer.
Numerical distraction isn't working so I might as well focus.
All I can think of are the practicalities
I have two days
(33 hours)
To prepare for what's to come
To plan how to care for the children
And how to manage the workmen arriving later in the week.
To collect supplies
To prepare the house
To prepare the family
To rehearse the stories I will tell them
To think about when, and how, it will be most convenient to expel my baby.
And it's so mechanical
And I'm so sad.
Well meaning loved ones tell me that at least I know what to expect
That at least I found out now before it went on any longer
And I have my two beautiful boys to be thankful for.
And it makes me want to scream.
Not again.