Belly is itchy. I don’t really think it’s infected but the nurse said it’s worth taking a look at tomorrow morning just in case.

It is difficult for me to use the term “miscarriage,” as it relates to myself and my own situation. Pregnancy loss, sure. Ectopic, definitely. But miscarriage? To me a miscarriage is when your numbers don’t double, or when the ultrasound reveals a lack of growth… a miscarriage is cramping and bleeding. And mine, well… it’s not your typical miscarriage. I had an embryo where it wasn’t supposed to be, surgery, and then a very mild period. No cramps.

But, technicall, I guess any early pregnancy loss is a miscarriage. I’ve been using the term now and then. “Since the miscarriage,” I write, and then pause to let it sink in. Weird. Just… weird. Yet another term to adapt to, that I never really expected would apply to me.

It’s fine, I’ll get used to it. It’s just strange, is all.

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Tomorrow is my first day back at the bank. Today I suddenly realized that I really ought to call them and let them know how I’m doing – I had told them last Wednesday that I was going to be off the week, which assumed I would be back this week… but I never actually said so. I feel bad about that… it just didn’t enter my brain.

So yes, back to work. I think I’ll be fine… I’m mobile enough that constantly getting up won’t bother me too much. My only concern is whether or not my pants will fit… I’m kind of bloated. And, more concerning, whether or not they will bother my incision. Maybe I’ll just make sure to wear a baggy shirt.