Wednesday's appointment wasn't as horrible as I was prepared for. Don't get me wrong, seeing an empty ultrasound was crushing, but we got through it. Our OB has amazing bedside manner. He managed to console us for our loss and at the same time, be upbeat about our next try. The ultrasound showed that, although there was still a small amount of blood in Trina's uterus, everything else looked "great". He gave us a Rx to resolve the blood issue and told us that there would not be a waiting period for our next IUI. With any luck we'll greet CD1 in 4-8 weeks and officially get back on the TTC train.
Somewhere along the way, "minute by minute" graduated to "one day at a time". Trina and I are are slowly healing our broken hearts. We've found strength in each other and those around us. I've been amazed both at how supportive people have been and how inconsiderate others were. It wasn't the fact that some were good to us and some were not that was so surprising. It was finding out that people didn't necessarily fit into the categories we expected them to. I guess that's just the way life goes.