I have 1 dc.. pregnant very quickly, loved every moment and had (sorry for the cheese) what I can only describe as an incredible, empowering birth. She's 3 now and whenever I thought about our next one, I was instantly on cloud 9 thinking about it.
16 long, hard months of trying and we finally catch. I'm Emotionally battered from the slog to get there... but at last! A bfp.
I miscarried, then caught again and had an eptopic.
I'm scared. I don't live in that bubble anymore, where pregnancy is this thing mother nature does so well, how the universe just follows it's course and you carry full term and (if circumstances allow) you have this natural, game changer of an experience birthing your new baby.
Oh no.
Sometimes it just goes horribly wrong. It's like this huge slog just to fertilise one fucking egg and then praying it'll stick. It all suddenly feels such hard work.. so hard and delicate and like glass, easily broken. When I think about my next pregnancy, I can feel my body tense. I am filled with dread over the thought of being on tender hooks for 9 months hoping we'll make it to the finish line. We only want two, so when we finally get a successful pregnancy, it'll be my last and I am so angry that it's ruined. That I won't get the same experience I had first time.
I don't know how to fix this. I don't think it can be, can it :-(
Sorry if this upsets anyone- I just needed it out. . And a hand hold if anyone can.