The D&C went well, and was far less terrifying than it could have been. Aside from some shenanigans with the IV, I had no pain, and absolutely no awareness of what was happening. I woke from the anesthesia alert, and walked out of the hospital less than an hour later.
So physically, I'm good. Emotionally, I'm working on it. I've been so blessed to have friends and family who are unfailingly supportive, including my incredible Mother-In-Law, who's been taking care of the Cheeto yesterday. I'm trying to stay focused on all of the wonderful things the Boy and I have in our lives, instead of on this one thing we don't have.