6 weeks

I leave in a little over an hour for surgery. I don't really feel like I am pregnant but I know I am. When I wake up this afternoon, I know I won't be. I have only known I was pregnant for a little over a week now. It is hard to be hopeful that someday I will be pregnant again. Maybe these couple weeks are all I'll ever have. I needed to know so I read this morning what Emily the Embryo would be up to this week if it weren't for this unfortunate doom. This is the week the heart would start beating and arm and leg buds would begin to form and spots would appear where the eyes would be. Instead, Emily the Embryo is going to pathology.