As I’m sure you’ve guessed, this sucks.  There is no easy way around it.  Will and I are grieving the loss of what we thought we had.  And it’s sad, really really sad.  We are working through it together.  Yesterday I had my D&C surgery to take out the “products of conception”.   The surgery went well, although our insurance denied the chromosomal testing that we had wanted done.      We appreciate our friends and family checking in on us, and want to remind loved ones that it often times makes it harder to talk about it, unless we bring it up first.  So please be understanding of that.    

I feel very fortunate to have a husband who is loving and supporting, and is just as devastated by this as I am.  We have done a good job of leaning on each other to get through it and grieve in our own personal space and time.  I can hold it together at work remarkably well, but at home we have a good cry every evening and night.  Sometimes it’s set off by the tiniest of things….sometimes something I saw, or sometimes something that someone said, and sometimes nothing at all.    We have a great support system around us, and we will make it through to brighter times.  I couldn’t imagine doing it without Will by my side.  He is my rock and protector.  Sometimes we just need to hold each other.   I’m lucky to not be a depressive person, we are not depressed, we are sad because of our loss.    We are, and will be fine.