I found out I was pg last Thursday after only 2 attempts and felt really lucky and excited (I'm 36, no children and convinced I would be infertile!). Me and OH got carried away talking about it, looking up due date, etc. We then went on a (pre-planned!) camping weekend with all his family to Devon. On Sat I started bleeding in the evening and the following morning it had turned heavy and I had cramps which I knew wasn't a good sign. Talk about timing - there I was in the middle of a field (in the rain!), with no shops nearby and trying to be upbeat to hide it from his family (I couldn't in the end!). Anyway I finally got back home yesterday and did a test which was neg. So that was that.
One minute I feel totally fine, can rationalise it, knowing that it's just one of those things, it was VERY early, and it was here and gone in a flash (I would have been 5wks today). But then the next minute I get really teary feeling sad that it only lasted a short time, it didn't really have a chance and now it's gone.
My husband since told me that when he went to zip up the tent the night I started bleeding, he saw a shooting star whizz across the sky and thought that was a sign which I think is a 'lovely' way to think about it.
I feel silly crying because people go through so much worse, and I know it's all ok we'll just try again but I wanted to hear some of your stories to see how you felt...
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