I'm ok. Just it had been clearly spelt out to me I didn't belong here as I wasn't, and probably am never going to be a mum. Posted a few days ago in the charters thread on conception to let them know I was ok and only spotted this because I was on checking the miscarriage board trying to get some answers with what's going on with this damned miscarriage I'm still waiting to happen.
In case anyone's interested (I'm past the point of grief and at the point of "just fucking get on with it") the story so far -
3 years infertility.
Miscarriage very early in May
Pregnant again in July, booked for early scan at what I believed to be 7 weeks (I'm sure of my dates).
Scan showed empty sac measuring 5.5 weeks - left to go away and cook for 10 days, given the appropriate "There was no heartbeat" leaflet and basically briefed about how to miscarry. Spotting of a variety of colours - pink, brown, red... all for about an hour max - few times I braced myself for things to start and they didn't... living in limbo, scared to go out in case it started going, scared to go out as babies set me right off - so spent most of my holiday as a virtual prisoner in my home.
10 days later - rescan reveals sac to have grown quite a fair bit (hubby didn't get to read the actual date she's measured it at this time) and, with a bit of jiggling of the dildo cam... there's something distinctly of the tadpoley but no heartbeaty variety in there now... but she only caught a glimpse of it at certain angles. To thicken the plot and fuck with my head a bit more - there's now a second small empty sac in there as well... dispatched with a "we don't have a clue what's going on here" and left to cook for another fortnight.
More spotting, more living in limbo, more bracing myself for the inevitable and life's pretty crap. Like someone so charmingly said - mumsnet is a place for mums and this was the final kick in the teeth I prob won't ever be one - so I've been staying well away and only came on via trying to google to find out what the hell's going on with my body because the NHS sure as hell aren't giving me any answers. You don't want me around at the moment anyway - I'm a barren childless witch who is only getting out of bed on a morning to piss life off a bit more by still being here, and my innards are becoming like an episode of Eastenders where I only go back for the next scan to see what's happening next in the saga - I don't at all anticipate a happy ending though.