Same story on Monday as on Saturday, except that the gestational sac had grown a little bit since then. (Maybe hope can grow something?) So we made another appointment for Wednesday.
We found this wait, this torture continually pieced out in two-day parcels, bearable only because we’d begun it last Thursday thinking we had nothing. Although on Monday the doctor warned us that the situation looked bleaker and bleaker each time we returned, for us it still felt positive, because at least diminutive and diminishing chances are better than the absolute nothing we started with.
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