Yesterday afternoon, while she was surrounded by family, Rose's body surrendered.
I was there, to be with my husband, to be strong for him - but I did my fair share of crying too. I will miss her more than words can express. And I so wish I had the chance to see more of her these past few months - with all of her stays in various hospitals/rehab facilities, and my either being in treatment or pregnant during those months, I was very reluctant to spend any time in those germy places. I regret it now, of course, and feel mightily guilty that we didn't really have a chance to talk since July. I will so miss talking to her.
But most importantly, she's not suffering anymore; there's no more pain. We're just left with a lot less sunshine in our lives. Thank you all for your supportive comments on my last post.
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In boring old pregnancy news, there's not a lot to report. My final ultrasound at the RE's office this week was great - little one was squiggling and dancing a jig in there. I'm in the final stages of weaning off the Prog*esterone - last shot in the butt is tonight! One more blood test Monday and we're done with the RE.
Tuesday we are scheduled for our first trimester screening. I'm nervous, as this is the test where everything started to spiral downhill with my first pregnancy. But I keep reminding myself this time is very different. I've promised T that after our good results that day, we will go out and buy, as a sign of our belief that this is really going to happen, a real, live baby outfit! We've never done that before, but I think this is the time. I'll update when I have some results.
Meanwhile, we'll be getting through Grandmom Rose's funeral this weekend, and quietly celebrating our 7th wedding anniversary on Monday. We were supposed to go away for a romantic weekend celebration Saturday, but alas, it was not to be. Maybe later in the fall.
Again, everyone thanks for the warm thoughts.
