Sad day, but better with friends
Thank you to everyone who sent good thoughts my way yesterday. I'm sorry I don't have better news to share as a follow up, but I don't.
Here's the thing. I was pregnant, but I'm not anymore. We suspected it yesterday and today it is certain that I'm miscarrying.
Which sucks. We were really excited that I was pregnant. I wasn't very pregnant. Six weeks by the official calendar, probably right around four weeks of gestation.
Yesterday was truly awful--not knowing exactly what was going on, afraid to think "miscarriage" in case it wasn't, nothing to do but sit around and wait. Today at least I know what's happening. I had some pretty horrific cramping for about an hour this morning at the hospital, but now it's down to a level that I associate as normal for my period. Marc is working from home with me in case I need to go back to the ER for excessive bleeding, which doesn't look to me like it's going to be an issue.
Marc has been a total hero throughout. He stayed with me all day yesterday, held my hand through everything, let me bawl all over him for hours at a time. He is scared for me, sad for all of us. Which, you know. Me too.
The doctor says all the normal things that doctors will say--1 in 6 pregnancies end in miscarriage; miscarrying this early is almost always because there was a genetic problem; there wasn't really anything anyone could have done to avoid it; rest up and try again.
On the positive side (and this is the only positive I can bear to look at right now), I did get pregnant the very first month we were trying, so it seems likely that neither of us has fertility issues. So, like the doctor said, rest up and try again.
Anyway, that's me this week. Again, thanks to my friends for the support and love. Please don't take it personally if I don't respond to comments right away or at all. I can't quite turn them off, because it helps to hear from people, but I may not be able to answer.
Here's the thing. I was pregnant, but I'm not anymore. We suspected it yesterday and today it is certain that I'm miscarrying.
Which sucks. We were really excited that I was pregnant. I wasn't very pregnant. Six weeks by the official calendar, probably right around four weeks of gestation.
Yesterday was truly awful--not knowing exactly what was going on, afraid to think "miscarriage" in case it wasn't, nothing to do but sit around and wait. Today at least I know what's happening. I had some pretty horrific cramping for about an hour this morning at the hospital, but now it's down to a level that I associate as normal for my period. Marc is working from home with me in case I need to go back to the ER for excessive bleeding, which doesn't look to me like it's going to be an issue.
Marc has been a total hero throughout. He stayed with me all day yesterday, held my hand through everything, let me bawl all over him for hours at a time. He is scared for me, sad for all of us. Which, you know. Me too.
The doctor says all the normal things that doctors will say--1 in 6 pregnancies end in miscarriage; miscarrying this early is almost always because there was a genetic problem; there wasn't really anything anyone could have done to avoid it; rest up and try again.
On the positive side (and this is the only positive I can bear to look at right now), I did get pregnant the very first month we were trying, so it seems likely that neither of us has fertility issues. So, like the doctor said, rest up and try again.
Anyway, that's me this week. Again, thanks to my friends for the support and love. Please don't take it personally if I don't respond to comments right away or at all. I can't quite turn them off, because it helps to hear from people, but I may not be able to answer.