I’m now on 4 x 400mg progesterone a day. And he wasn’t happy about me putting them up my arse so I’m debating going back to leaking white stuff day and night and living with pads. And I’ve read the same stuff about it not doing anything 
He showed me an area on my scans and said about the lining maybe coming away but promised the prog would magically stick it all back to my uterus wall. I’m super unmedical so it’s all Greek to me but at this point I’ll try most things.
Had a bad nights sleep, I’m so wired from work and the highs of yesterday I crashed hard then woke before 5. Today has been manic and I’m now exhausted and hyper and trying to marshal some energy for a long weekend with my DSC which won’t really be time off at all...
Potted history for hopeful.
Early natural mc August 2016.
Mmc 12 weeks November 2016, failed medical management then mva. Don’t recommend either!
Referred to RMC, nothing found.
Natural 5 week mc February 2017.
Ttc for 13 months and nothing happened.
Mmc after two scans with good heartbeat got to 9 weeks found our at 11weeks, ERPC April 2018. Did 2500 fragmin and 200mg cyclogest (progesterone).
Full bloods again still nothing found.
Chemical May 2018.
Currently 7+6, two good scans, ever changing meds but this week I’m on 150 aspirin, 15 prednisolone (steroid), 5000 fragmin and 1600 cyclogest.
I got a referral through the RMC after first mmc as I’d also had an unplanned early mc about 10 years ago with my ex which I’d put in my notes.
So this is my sixth pregnancy.
It’s all been a total fucking ball ache. I’ve berg lucky to catch quicklyish either side of my year of nothing. But not having a diagnosis is a headfuck when I’m sure it’s the placenta crapping out around 9 weeks so I’m highly dubious about next planned scan on the 15th. He’s treating me as if I have a clotting issue which I definitely don’t.
I do feel we’ve been very lucky with the care we’ve had. It’s all a load of made up trial and error but at least they’re trying to help and we’ve always been treated like people with feelings which is a lot more than can be said for some of the attitudes I’ve read about people facing on here and other threads.
Treating recurrent loss seems like the Wild West. It’s madness there’s not a more coordinated approach across the U.K.
My head is forever screeching things like massive amounts of progesterone are totally pointless. But what can I do but get on board with it as a maybe when nothing seems to have worked and I want a bloody baby. If it does happen no one will know if it was any, all or none of the drugs that did it. I think I’m okay with that though. Having always wanted handfuls of kids as I’m from a big family I will embrace one if it ever shows up. Or that’s what I tell myself now 
I said it to DH the other day and he smiled dubiously. It’s taking a toll on him too, inevitably. He thought his family was complete until he shacked up with me and fancied another. Oh how we laugh...