Oops. Never mind.

Yesterday morning the blood results were in, so the doctor called to congratulate us on what looked like a healthy pregnancy. But unfortunately earlier that morning M woke up having miscarried in the night. The physical pain wasn't much, but since we'd done what we said we wouldn't and gotten excited too early, we were both surprisingly messed up about it.

The worst thing I ever experience is the sound of my wife's tears coming from the other room.

So we took a sadness day yesterday and stayed home from work (and stayed work from home, in my case). Walked the dog, followed each other around, experimented with levels of hug tightness, watched movies, ate pizza, built a fire.

It's back to work today, having learned important lessons about important things. Thanks, briefly fertilized ovum!