I hadn't actually done a pregnancy test yet, but I had started to feel pregnant the last couple of days. My sense of smell has been ON FIRE like it was before I found out I was expecting Beau and I am one spotty mess. I don't recall ever being this spotty before in my life, it is grim. I just had that gut feeling you know, women's intuition and all that.
So I planned on taking a test at the weekend once Aunt Flo was formally due, but alas, no need. I had a pretty good indication all was not well last night when she started to appear at bed time. I barely slept a wink, and once the light started to peek through the windows this morning I raced to the bathroom to face the music. Low and behold, that little chemical pregnancy was not meant to be.
This is the second miscarriage I've had in 4 months. Last time was a little harder as I was further on, had had positive pregnancy tests and then had to have a D&C as it was a missed miscarriage that time.
I'm obviously disappointed but I have to think positively. I am young (ish) and I have previously given birth to the most beautiful baby I could ever have dreamt of, so I know my body is capable of it. Better luck next time, as they say. I will pick myself up, dust myself off, and carry on.
If at first you don't succeed, try try again. And while we're on the subject, trying is pretty darned fun isn't it :o)
xo
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