Thoughts and feelings

I had two days during which I felt pregnant before I knew absolutely, even before I saw the Doctor, that something was wrong.

Two very nice days of reading pregnancy websites and even looking at maternity clothes when I went to Target to get my prescription. The clothes were horribly ugly whilst pretending to be fashionable.

Two very nice days to plan and dream a little.

My husband described it as surreal, due to some timing things that I won't share.

By Thursday night we knew that though I was pregnant (or most likely pregnant) something was really, terribly wrong.

Two days was not enough to crush me now that it's over.

I'm just a little sad.