Horrible fucking news from the scan. It's there, it's got a heartbeat, but it's measuring 6 weeks. I am 8 weeks.
The doctor said it was a 'really positive result' and that period dates are 'unreliable'. NO IT IS NOT A FUCKING POSITIVE RESULT. My periods are like 28-day clockwork. I had a solid CB positive result on CD29. We did not conceive two weeks after I got a positive. I am eight weeks pregnant. It is clearly struggling to survive.
This is exactly what happened last time. It had a heartbeat and measured a week small at 7 weeks; by 10 it was dead.
They are going to scan me again in two weeks, by which time I expect this one will be dead as well.
I would rather it had just been dead right now. At least that way I could let go. Now we have to wait through two weeks of hell before we know for sure.
I'm in bits. MrC is horribly confused owing to sonographer misunderstanding my dates and saying six weeks was 'perfectly normal', then doctor saying my dates might be wrong, one person saying I should be taking aspirin and then another that I shouldn't, plus absolutely everybody saying it was a 'good result'.
I think he holds out hope, but to be frank I don't. It would have to be an act of fucking God for this to turn out OK. I'm too cynical to believe all this stuff about it being 'good news'. They're hardly going to say 'yeah, it doesn't look good, probably won't make it.'
There is clearly something wrong with me that is stopping them attaching and thriving, and it's fucking horrible to sit here without knowing what it is or whether there's some simple treatment for it, waiting for it to strangle this one as well.
FUCK YOU WORLD