I was supposed to get a pedicure today.
I was supposed to get up at 6, be out the door by 7, to the Doctors by 8. I was supposed to hear the heartbeat and make plans got a cerclage, and then for progesterone shots. I waited deliberately until i was this far along, to give the baby as much time as possible to decide whether it was going to stay around.
I was supposed to finish at the doctors, stop at CVS and buy a wedding card. I was supposed to pick up a bottle of OPI Magalia Wine and convince Lulu that I don't want a french manicure. I was supposed to get home late, have a snack, and see my daughter and husband as they return from NY. I was supposed to get up tomorrow, have my hair flatironed and go to the wedding of my dear dear friend. I was supposed to come home happy, maybe a little sick, and I was supposed to announce at playgroup on monday that I guessed the sex based on the heartrate.
I was not supposed to go to the doctor today and find out that my babies, my twins, had died.
Didn't even see it coming.
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left you a vmail after your msg this am. wish i could hug you.
"I'm so so sorry" just sounds inadequate, but I am. Sending healing vibes in your direction.
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