That's what the trans-vag ultrasound, internal exam, and urine test at the ob/gyn's office confirmed.
The hardest, most ironic thing? The last time I was in that building was the day I had the ultrasound at the RE's office when we saw LO's heartbeat for the first time. That was a good memory. Today, not so much.
Guess it's time to stuff the genie of hope and wanting back into his damn bottle and re-set the clock on getting myself over the dream of having more than one child.