8/27/05

Telling Trey was awful. I called him on the way home to make sure that he was driving safely. The thought of him getting hurt right then was too much to imagine. He got there, I met him in the garage and I told him as quickly as I could. He knew it was bad, but he wasn't as obsessed with research as I was. I showed him the website and I think that it hit him then. My mom called everyone for us to let them know what was going on. Thank God for her. I sent out an e-mail to the friends that I had been in contact with. I could not call them and I knew that they were all waiting for the news. Honestly I don't remember much of what happened next. I know I called the genetic counselor to ask her some more questions. She said that there was an 80% chance of miscarriage and an 80% chance that the baby wouldn't make it past one month and she told us that it was a girl. I asked her what most people did in our situation and she told us that most choose to terminate.

I didn't cry much that day. I'm not sure why. I don't know if it was shock, or if I was numb or what. The following days were hell though. Trey took the rest of the week off of work to stay at home with me.