Man plans, God laughs

I don't know how I'm going to stay sane until Friday. I'm barely holding off my tears. I almost broke down on the bus today on my way to work. I closed my bathroom door and sobbed for 10 sec while my DS wasn't around. I just can't process what's happening right now. I made an attempt to call my RE and to schedule for them to see me before Friday, but he is not in the office until next week, so I have no other choice but to be surrounded by all the happy preggos Friday. My only consolation is that my DH took a day off and he'll be there to support me through it all. My DH is trying to stay optimistic and gets a bit aggravated that I'm so negative. I'm trying to explain to him that it's my body and I know how it suppose to feel, and all the hints that I get are not good hints. However, it's my heart that hurts the most. I just can't begin to process everything that happened so far. What's more, I'm terrified of what's coming past Friday. I feel a lot more comfortable when I know what comes next, and this waiting and uncertainty are killing me alive. It seems like two weeks ago we had such a perfect plan and now it's all ruined. It brings one thing to mind: Man plans, God laughs.