I found out Wednesday I was pregnant. And his my hormones were already rushing through me. I was so happy. For two days I held that little secret. I danced behind my SO silently mouthing I’m pregnant I’m pregnant. Friday I told him. I gave him a little gift bag inside was 2 of the tests I took a digital one and a clear blue 2 shirts and a little outfit. We were so happy it was the best to see that look of shock on his face. Watching him happy dance around the house. Saturday he was on cloud 9 whistling with an extra bounce in his step. I could see the little smiles and glances. Sunday it started to be real to him and he put his hand on my tummy extra gentle like somehow it might hurt. Monday I started spotting. Tuesday I went to the Dr. they told me it could be ectopic they didn’t see anything on the ultrasound. Told me to come back on Thursday. I don’t remember that second Wednesday too well just scared sad panic. Thursday I went back we found it in my left tube I didn’t stop crying for hours they scheduled me for surgery on Friday. Friday they took my left tube.

1 week. It took 1 week to crush me. Leave me so fragile the wind could break me. Everyone says I’m strong. I’m shaken I’m weak I’m broken. It took one week to break me how easily it happened ... just one week. It feels like an eternity from here but How long will it take to build me back up?