Lol, your glamping and Yurt sounds like fun. You ought to pop over to the witches and ask them to do a little spell so you get upduffed ASAP. You could perhaps ask them to put a spell on my DH so he has a change of heart. Ta.
Thanks Hippy. I know you are right, but somehow having the decision made for me (despite it being NO surprise at all) somehow amplifies the fact that there won't be another baby. It is hard enough having biology and aging against me, without having the person I love the most in the world not on side with me. It feels very lonely. I would rather have tried for a bit longer, and if it didn't happen, I would have accepted it. I know I wouldn't have kept trying for ever. I would have preferred to have had a part in the decision.
My doctor phoned me last night and surprise,surprise, there really were some results from the December miscarriage. The results had been sitting at the hospital in my file since the end of January. I'm a bit cross that they were only found because I chased it up and the lab told me they were sent there, then the Doc decided to have a look.
Despite my amazement at all this incompetence, I was grateful to hear, at last, that it was a boy with trisomy 13. In some ways, knowing this feels a relief - I'm glad to know the baby was a boy - it wasn't just an "it". But it's also so sad that this baby never had a chance with trisomy 13, and I should be glad we lost him early, otherwise we would have had to make a horrible decision to terminate.
It also means that it was a random bit of bad luck, not caused by anything I did, or the auto-immune thing I have, though we are still waiting to see what happened last time. I'm sure now it will be some trisomy or other.
I think this news cements my DH's decision. He's terrified that a next time would be a trisomy that kept growing and we'd have to terminate. He doesn't want to take that chance. My view is that we have as good a chance as anyone to get a healthy baby.