(I wrote this yesterday, but it didn't feel like the right day to post it, so I'm posting it today) This was not the post I wanted to write. Last Thursday, we went in for a 6 week ultrasound. Our PGS tested embryo had implanted and the blood tests had been perfect. Though we were nervous, we felt confident because we had so many things in our favor. There was only about a 5% chance things wouldn't look good. But as soon as the ultrasound wand was in and the tech started looking around, I knew. Before the doctor could say a word, I said "shit". Yes I was early, yes things could change, but I know these things never do for us. I knew she was gone. We waited a week and found a place in Texas that would give us an ultrasound to confirm. It confirmed the worst. And so today, on Thanksgiving day, I am losing our baby. **** At times like this, I am thankful that our journey has helped me to find my home in grief. It is no stranger to me. I know how to sit...