Hi clabbage, welcome to the thread. So sorry to hear of all that you've been through. Loosing a baby to cot death must be indescribably painful.
Duggs, sorry to hear AF got you. It really does feel like a smack in the face after so long doesn't it? I was on Mr S's treatment for 15 months before I got pregnant but had also had an enforced break before starting to TTC until I got my referral with him and my test results back so all in all it had been 19 months since my last miscarriage before finally being pregnant again.
This is my first pregnancy on his treatment and I have managed to get myself on Hydroxy as well. When I went to him a couple of cycles ago I told him that I'd been on the pred for over a year and that it was making me feel really lousy and asked if there was an alternative that I could take whilst TTC (I didn't mention hydroxy, I sort of played it innocent!). He said that he would put me on the hydroxy at the beginning of my next cycle, which was the cycle I got pregnant on and so I started taking the 40mg of pred from BFP and have stayed on the hydroxy. Maybe he left me on it because I have VHNKC and also because it's taken me so long to get pregnant, combined with my age and the fact that I have other high risks in addition to miscarriage that maybe he thought he'd just throw everything at this one in case it's my last chance.
At my job yesterday everyone was talking about babies and pregnancy. One of the girls there was pregnant and the others all had kids. I was just silent through the conversation. It was quite strange. Especially when they asked the photographer if he was planning to have a second and he said no because his wife had found pregnancy really traumatic due to having to have a CVS because they thought the baby had Down's (lucky for them their baby was fine). Wow, that brought back a lot of horrible memories. And still, there I was, all quietly getting on with my work whilst they probably thought I was silent because I had no idea or experience of anything they were talking about. Meanwhile, there's me thinking "Next time you see me I will hopefully be obviously pregnant, or perhaps I will have just had one of those big needles in my stomach too and will have had to make that awful, hideous decision for a third time, or perhaps I won't even get that far...."