One tough week, one tough day..

This week hasn't been so tough when you compare it to the day I had yesterday. Yes we learned our well is not functioning correctly and yes we will have to get a new one soon and yes its going to cost thousands of dollars. But a little bird in my head that sounded much like my father said... "its just money".  Yes its a lot of money but money does not buy happiness.
Yesterday I had the sisterly support of sitting next to my sister at the doctors office when they told her she was having a miscarriage. Boy did that suck. This one is different from the last as it is a chemical pregnancy but it still burns. It still hurts and I don't know how to console her. We have similar problems but also very very different problems. We both share a low AMH but hers is more than double mine, but still half of what it should be for someone her age. That we share. What we don't share is her ability to get pregnant and hold on to it even for just a little while, while I never got that double pink line. My sorrow is different from hers. I never have had that sorrow that she has had with loosing something you had. There is a saying you cant miss something you never had but we are similar in the dream of wanting children.