I'm about 13 weeks. On Christmas eve my poor baby was diagnosed with anencephaly, a condition incompatible with life. I have a TFMR scheduled this week, the first tablet is tomorrow to suppress the progesterone that supports the pregnancy.
I feel sick thinking that this is probably the last day that this baby will be alive, and I will have to swallow that tablet tomorrow knowing what it means 
It all seems so senseless, so sad, so cruel. I think I felt the baby move over the last couple of days. It is so lovely to feel and so desperately sad.
Even though there would be no hope for this poor baby I feel so utterly responsible for what I am about to do and it's weighing very heavily. I wish I could tell it how sorry I am.