I woke up early this morning for no good reason.  I am scheduled to arrive at the surgery center at 9:00 am, D&C scheduled for 10:00 am.  Perhaps when they suction out our baby my heart will go with it.  Nah, that’s not for real. My uterus doesn’t open into my abdominal cavity.  Plus, it would have to get past the diaphragm.  We all know that isn’t happening.*

In an ironic twist of fate, our house stinks.  See, we rent a small beach house and there is another studio apartment in the backyard.  Our backyard neighbor has befriended a neighborhood tomcat, which we will call Tommy.  Neighbor is lonely and a bit sad, so I can’t protest much when he feeds Tommy.  However, we have started collecting other animals, namely a possum that we will call Pete.  Pete lives underneath our house.  Possums are omnivores and Pete, despite his love for cat food, has killed an animal and stored it in his underground cubby.  Below our house.  Turns out decaying animal flesh smells a bit like rotten cabbage.

As you may or may not know, pregnancy comes with a bionic sense of smell.  Well, my pregnancy isn’t viable, and we don’t get to have a baby.  However, my bionic sense of smell lives on sans viable fetus. In a nutshell, this shit stinks.

*However, it is possible to remove one’s gallbladder through the vagina, so I guess anything is possible, right?