Yes- that is a train off in the distance. It was barely moving. It was blocking most of the roads in town (the tracks runs NW-SE through the middle of town).
They poked another hole in my arm (and it bruised this time) so that they can check my hCG levels. I have to get it checked once a week to make sure it goes to zero. I also have to decide whether do any other testing to see if I am at risk of another miscarriage because of underlying health problems. They did a full blood count when I was first pregnant and it was all good, but there are other things to check for. The midwife said that they don't usually do those with "just one" miscarriage, but I could elect to do them anyway. I left feeling a little depressed, because I don't know for sure (and will never know) if the miscarriage was caused by a defect or a hormonal problem. If I do get pregnant again, they will be monitoring my hormones very closely to see if I need supplementation. This just threw me, because it means that MAYBE the baby was fine and it was my hormones that ended it. I went back to my usual thinking that I am too old now* and should not even try again. I'm sure I'll continue to go back and forth about it- until we do try or I just keep wondering. I still haven't cried since Thursday, so I am feeling pretty much like my normal self again. I have managed to do NO work today. I have vacuumed out my car and washed the floor mats, but that's about it. I still have two hours until D comes home, so I guess I better go get some things done.
*I know that LOTS of women have babies in the their 40s, but maybe MY body is too old.