This morning we found out that our first attempt at a baby didn't turn out so well. All the joy, happiness, and playfullness suddenly seem hollow and trivial.

The baby simply stopped growing at six weeks.

I don't have much to say right now. I need to spend time with Elisa and try and get by these next few days together.

This isn't the end of this story. We will be trying again soon enough, and I'll chronicle the adventure (post-conception, that is -- we're not XXX-rated) on Fishyshark. I may have some additional thoughts in a few days, but for now, we have some healing to do.

Thanks so much for the love and affection you have showered on both of us. We really do love you all.

[Fade to black...]