Thursday, 19 November 2009
Time to say good bye
One hour after the nice nurse drew my blood we walked in to Dr. Swedish's office.
One glance confirmed my fears.
He said in a low voice: "I'm sorry Circus Princess, it's not good news".
"Your hcg has dropped to 800".
With a tiny sound my heart broke into a thousand little pieces.
Deep down I knew it was coming.
The bleeding that wouldn't stop.
The lack of tender breasts when I woke up Monday morning.
A sobering feeling of no longer being pregnant.
But I wanted it so badly.
My wish was so deep and my prayers so intense.
I nurtured that speck of hope after seeing our impossible ultrasound on Sunday.
Now I have to say good bye.
Our acrobat is gone.
Tonight I'll cry myself to sleep.