Sorry to have to post bad news so soon after the start of the new thread, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you now.
Everything had been hunkydory until Saturday, but then I woke up on Sunday morning with some light bleeding, which within about 15 minutes had turned to very heavy bleeding, and then pretty rapidly to haemorrhage (sp?). Ended up with an emergency admission to hospital, monitoring during Sunday while still bleeding copiously and eventually emergency surgery Sunday night to stop it as BP was going through the floor. I remember at one point the machine was reading 65 over 35 and I was quite rationally thinking that I didn't realise that you could still be concious if it was that low - it only struck me later how bizarre it was that I was thinking about that, rather than what the seriousness of the situation actually was. Scan also confirmed I'd lost the baby (though seeing how much blood and other stuff I'd been losing I hardly expected anything different by then).
No obvious reason apparently - it's just one of those things, and they won't investigate unless it happens at least three times, possibly not even then as I've already had ds so have proved I can carry to term.
Am back home now, but physically actually feel worse than I did while it was all happening. It might have looked dramatic, but at the time it was all pretty painless, now I can't comfortably move around and it seems to be getting more painful as time goes by, not less (anyone know if that's normal, or not?). Just as well that I've been signed off work for at least another week.
Don't know where we go from here, as it took two and a half years to conceive this one, and nearly as long for ds, so realistically it may now be too late for us if it takes as long again. Even if we are lucky I don't know that I'd be able to relax about it, given what has happened this time, later than the usual high risk time for miscarriage. Will definately be demanding early scans if we are ever in this position again.
Was very down about it yesterday, but at least today have spent more time being at least outwardly composed about it than I have crying, which is the opposite way around to yesterday, so progress of sorts I suppose.
Good luck to all of you, and I'll be thinking of you come December.