Last Wednesday after our u/s where we were unable to see a sac, the poor man looked more broken than I have ever seen a person look. I was not sure who felt worse as we walked hand in hand and in tears out of the RE's office. I know he was obviously upset as this is our child but I think what really brought him down was the fact that it truly NEVER occurred to him that something could go wrong. I was a nervous wreck going to the appointment; God bless him, but he never even entertained any negative thoughts.
So, when we did see a sac on Friday, even after all of the sadness of the days prior, do you know that the man actually has hope now? He is convinced that it was just too early. He thinks that if were were a "normal" pregnant couple, we would not have gone in for an u/s so early and we would be fine right now.
We could not be more opposite in this respect.
I, on the other hand, am petrified to hold even a shred of hope. Of course I am praying like crazy for a miracle, for the surprise of a healthy sac and the amazing sound of a heartbeat next friday. But to actually HOPE it happens; unfathomable.
His affliction is part of what makes him such a beautiful person. I would not change it or anything in the world. I just fear what it will do to him if we do not receive good news next week.