First of all, I just want to thank every single person who has emailed, commented, left messages, and/or texted. I have not responded to everyone individually, but please know that each note was very much appreciated. <3
Thursday morning I realized that my progesterone suppositories were pretty much pointless because of the yet increased bloodflow I was experiencing. Dr. Q wanted to put me on injectable progesterone instead, but before I started stabbing my butt, I asked if we could do another ultrasound just to make sure that the baby was still fine. When Dr. Q walked into the room, he immediately looked concerned that I was still bleeding heavily. The ultrasound wand went in, and there was nothing on the screen. Nothing. He whispered "shoot" and got a glossy look in his eyes.
Ryan and I got home and, after lots of sobbing, quickly decided that we really didn't want to stay home. We hopped on Travelocity for maybe ten minutes, booked a hotel stay in San Diego, and hit the road. Seriously, our time away could not have been better. The hotel, actually ended up being a beautiful resort right on the bay in Coronado. We grieved, we relaxed, we caught our breath, and genuinely had a great time. This has been the most awful experience ever, but I think the worst of it is over. God has blessed me with a wonderful husband, and we're going to be ok. :]