Since Wednesday.

The certainty we obtained on Wednesday, when we learned that the hCG had started going down, wasn’t a surprise, so we felt mostly relief rather than acute sadness that the ordeal was over. We’d already worked through a lot of the latter last week.

Since it looks like things are naturally underway, I didn’t have to have a D&C or take medication, which is … good, I suppose. I was pressing for the medication if that would get it over with more quickly, especially since ectopic is still not ruled out, but they insisted it really wasn’t necessary, so okay then. I guess my Google medical degree isn’t worth much around those parts.

Assuming it was just one of those things that happen, my hCG levels will be checked weekly to ensure they reach zero, and then we should wait for my period to return after a month or so before trying again.

In the meantime, maybe I’ll "celebrate" this ending with sushi and champagne and all those other things I thought I wouldn’t be enjoying until next August. Well, that’s not quite honest. What I mean is “with all those things I thought I wouldn’t be enjoying in large quantities until next August.”