Well, it serves me right, I guess. Yesterday I say that I'm all trained and need someone in crisis, and today my world goes to shit. I had a followup appointment with the gynecologist who took about a quart of my blood two weeks ago, an appointment in which she was supposed to tell us why we keep having "recurrent pregnancy loss," also known as three goddamn painful awful heart-wrenching miscarriages in less than eighteen months.
There is no answer. The blood tests were all negative or normal, and there's nothing they can do to help us at this point, other than prescribing a daily baby aspirin for me (I always thought that meant it was FOR babies, not that it helped MAKE them) and suggesting we start ovulation monitoring.
I can't tell you how frustrating, and sad, this is.