Earlier this week I started bleeding and cramping which I knew was bad news. I called the Dr Tuesday and they scheduled me for an ultrasound on Wednesday. Our suspicions were confirmed, I had lost the baby. I should have been 9 weeks and he only measured 7 weeks 4 days. I know enough about ultrasounds to know what to look for and I knew immediately he was gone.
Shawn and I have our moments of sadness but mostly we have peace. Its weird how all those one liners "It wasn't meant to be" and "its not the right time" and "everything happens for a reason" are strangely comforting. Because the miscarriage was so early it is highly likely the baby had a chromosomal abnormality.
We are just holding our little girl and being so thankful for the gift that she has been to us and continues to be, even when she throws her books at me to read them to her!
Thank you all for your kind words and thoughtful prayers. We are laying low for a little while. But otherwise I am feeling pretty good. Up for cleaning the house anyway! The laundry waits for no one!