One more hour

One more hour until another ultrasound. The fact that it has only been a week since the last one seems not possible. It feels like months ago. I am hoping and praying that today gives me answers. I am so hoping for a slightly clearer picture of what is going on. I feel like we have been left each week, for the past five weeks, with so many unanswered questions. It makes us both have no idea what to think. We have spent so much time preparing for the news we get each week that we've prepared for every inevitability. At this point I think we're both so prepared for the worst that we'll be shocked if it's anything but. We've dealt with so much heartbreak that we want to make sure we're adequately prepared when the bottom falls out.

So less than an hour now and hopefully we'll know... something.