And thus concludes the worst week of my life. I have a dr's appt tomorrow, mostly for her to check on my mental state but my list of questions is long. My husband and I have decided we want to give Reagan a little brother or sister as soon as it's feasible. She will not be forgotten but our lives are now incomplete.

One thing is for sure, when I am pregnant again I will enjoy every second. Every nauseous day, every ache, every pound gained. I spent way too much time complaining before.