Today I go into the Dr.’s office to get the mifepristone I need to finally begin expelling the wanted-pregnancy that we learned was non-viable 18 days ago. 18 days of my body still believing it’s pregnant while my heart aches. With today being the final day before the election, it’s not lost on me that this timing is fortuitous, despite the heartbreak. This could be the last time I could get this medication I need to treat a miscarriage if everything goes upside-down.