Sadness, in Real Time

I lost the pool. Spotting started late Monday. Bleeding heavily yesterday.

I had a truly awful moment in the bathroom this morning when I went to pee and was bleeding a heavily (for me). Instantly I was back in the hospital bathroom, pregnant with Quinn and passing the same gobs of mucousy blood. Hope, punctuated by terror, in memory. Once I shook it off, it was just sadness, in real time. Memory is a funny thing, and surprisingly unkind at times. I guess life is, too.

Acupuncture on Friday. I keep moving in the hopes of getting somewhere better.