My Husband, my rock.

Granted with all that has been going on with me and DH and this loss, my heart has been heavy.  Don't get me wrong.  DH and I are stronger than ever.  All this drama with my body has brought us closer together.  DH has been absolutely amazing.  After the surgery he made me French Toast, when he had no clue on how to make it- all b/c I had a craving.  He has been attentive and just there when I need him.  If I seem "strong" it is b/c he has been holding me up. 

DH and I have been together for 5 years now, and still in the "lovie dovie" stage that I hope never dies, I think it is b/c we found each other later in life and had time to figure out what we wanted and when we found it we latched on.  


But, I would be remiss to say that my heart is heavy.  We both REALLY want to be parents and had so much hope in the pregnancy. 

 I had to go into the RE clinic this AM so they can make sure my Beta's continue to fall.  This trip, of course was not easy.  I get there and everyone is so nice, caring and understanding.  The nurse who always takes my blood and who, incidentally, went through a loss at 20 weeks when her babies heart stopped, complimented me on my DH.  At first I was taken aback, b/c I guess I never really noticed just HOW supportive he is of me.  She told me she has been with her husband for 5 years and they don't act like us.  The more I thought about it, the more I realized that she is right.  I am lucky, very lucky, despite the hell my body is giving us, I have DH.  He truly is my rock and my reason to be thankful.