Thursday, April 7, 2011
I feel like I've been punched in the stomach and then hugged by the person who punched me. That's pretty much what just happened. My RE looked said there was a pregnancy, and I knew at once my fears turning into a reality. I know his happy tone and his worried tone. First he just saw a sack, then he measured the baby at 5w6d and couldn't see a heartbeat. He looked for a long time and found a heartbeat of 133. So, it's not over, but it's not good. He gave me a hug and said we'd recheck in a week. So I get to cry, and they get to enjoy a fresh batch of Irish Car Bomb cupcakes that I baked for them.