So. It’s pretty much confirmed, non-viable. Hormone levels have ceased their incline. So now it’s a vicious fucking waiting game till what promises to be Monday’s additional traumatizing ultrasound to look at a blighted ovum. My provider keeps reassuring me that I can go to the ED when all this goes down. Really juicing up the horror end of it… maybe to sweep aside the mental element.

I remain in a not-especially-great-place.