Ed and I are sad to tell you that this pregnancy was not meant to be. My numbers went down instead of up - which is an indication of a very early miscarriage or a chemical pregnancy. I should be dealing with that any day now...just in time for what would have been Darcy's first birthday on Wednesday. Yippee.
We are crushed. Or as Ed said, "deflated." We have no regrets for all the hoping and positive thinking and praying and believing we did. Not for a second. And I don't regret sharing it early - I couldn't imagine hiding this as I write here every day.
In other (not so) wonderful news...Friday is Miss Anna's last day with us and Gavin, who I suspected was having a fight with his allergies today, seems to have come down with a cold. The poor child can barely breathe. It's likely that this week will be free of therapy...and obviously free of fertility visits for me.
Thank you for all of your support. Onward and upward, I guess, right?