First off, I wanted to offer all my thanks for all the kind words and thoughts.
Last week pretty much sucked.
The services for my Nana went well. They were quiet and simple just the way she always said she wanted. My family (mainly my Dad, Aunt, and Uncle) managed to maintain good behavior. This is a huge blessing because they do not get along well and it takes very little for them to go nuclear on each other. However, we managed to get through the weekend with no one losing their shit and that was a HUGE success. I have to admit I was moderately amazed that the weekend didn't descend into a nuclear meltdown because their childishness knows no bounds. The real stress was walking on eggshells and being perpetually prepared to deal with a family fight that could happen on a second's notice.
As for the miscarriage, I am coping way better than I thought I would.
There are a lot of things I want discuss and purge but that will come out over time.
With my 1st miscarriage, my OB/GYN gave me a pill that would make my body "release" the tissue so that the process wouldn't draw out for weeks and weeks.
With this current miscarriage, there were some factors that were suggestive of an ectopic pregnancy so they wanted to do a D & C in order to test the tissue to rule out an ectopic. If you aren't familiar with D&C -- it is a minor surgery that is done under general anesthesia. Here where the NSV comes in -- when they rolled me back to the pre-op to start my IV and begin my anesthesia. I heard the Nurse Anesthetist talking to the nurses at the main desk about my height and weight stats. (I guess she was looking at my body size and comparing my stats) Next thing I know, she comes walking over to my gurney and questioning me about my height/weight.
I had given her my height 5'3 and my most current weight 195lbs (taken at my Drs office the day before) ---- SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE ME!!! She was all "No way!!! But you are so tiny!!!" Then she raises my blanket and says "You must have incredible muscle mass?!?"
In my head, I just kept thinking "What!?! Did you seriously just call me tiny???" What blew my mind even more was that for the whole 5 minutes that I was pregnant I had managed to gain 10lbs and I just felt super gross and huge and bloated.
The lesson is, NSVs happen even on the most terrible of days.