This so isn’t the post I wanted to be writing.
I know we have the 8 frozen embryos left, but right now, that just isn’t comfort enough.
Thank you all so much for waiting along with me and all the good wishes. They meant more than you can know.
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What happens when a not-so-grown up pair of 30-somethings decide to try to have a kid? It's sometimes funny, frequently heart-wrenching, never boring. Ok, sometimes boring.
The latest chapter in our lives deals with the deaths of our twins, born 16 weeks premature and how we figure out where we go from here.
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I promise to drink a bunch of wine on your behalf.
I still believe getting knocked up is in your near future. You’re too kind and generous. The next quilt you make will be for your own child.
Lots of love to you.
oh sweetie~ a big hug for you. I hope you feel better soon. I can only imagine your sadness.. Take comfort in knowing that we are all thinking about you
I’m so sorry. There are no words of comfort.
-Faith
I’m so sorry. It’s not enough, but it’s all I’ve got.
Damnit!
I am so sorry. Sending you a hug.
I am so sorry that you didn’t have better news. You’re in my thoughts. XXOO
Oh, AMS, I’m so sorry. That really sucks.
NO NO NO NO! I am so so sorry! This just sucks. HUGS!
Oh dear, I am so so sorry. I’ve been away from blogs for a few day and was thinking of you and your wait. I am so sorry that you have to deal with this disappointment, it simply isn’t fair.
But you handle everything with such grace and positivity, I know you’ll make it through this, but I know you’ll mourn in the meantime, and I am right there with you, babe.
I’m so so sorry
How very disappointing, things had gone so well.
Right now, at least in my inbox, you’re still curled up on a chair in the corner. So I am bringing you something warm to drink, even though you didn’t order it, and passing along this fuzzy quilt. And just letting you have a long cry.
I’m so sorry, sweetie.