I have been with my DP for 3 years now. I have been married before & have 2 DS's with ex h. I didn't enjoy either pregnancy, as ex h was not very supportive, especially the second time. After DS2 was born, he had a vasectomy & I had very much accepted that my 2 boys would be my lot.
We split up 3 years after DS2 was born & I later met DP. We took things very slowly. We had both recently come out of our marriages & had our own houses, so there was never any need to move in together too quickly. I was also very aware that I had the two boys & DP's only commitment was a little westie, so didn't want to throw the chaos of our lifestyle on him too quickly.
We had started talking about the possibility of getting a place together, when in February this year, to our shock, I found out I was pregnant with his child.
We had not ruled out the possibility of a child, but hadn't talked too seriously about it, and the timing was bad, as I live in a 2 bed house with the boys, and he lives in a 2 bed house in another town, but we quickly got used to it & looked into putting our houses on the market asap.
We got quite excited about the whole thing, and each week I would look online to see how the baby changed from week to week. We talked about whether it might be a boy or a girl, who it might look like etc.
On 30th March, we both went along for our 12 week scan, and were told that the baby had stopped growing at 6 weeks 6 days. My whole world suddenly crashed around me. I had been carrying a dead baby around for 5 whole weeks.
I have really struggled to come to terms with the loss. It has hit me harder than I could imagine. Every part of my body aches to be pregnant again, but the time is wrong. DP is not having any luck selling his house & he is having financial worries, as he is still going through his divorce.
I am 38 in October & I know time is not on my side. It is not at all practical to even think about trying for a child now, so am having to face the prospect of never trying again.
I should be ok about it, as I find my two boys more than a handful, and I now have more free time etc. Why would I want to start again?
But I can't accept that that was probably our only chance of a child together. I just can't come to terms with it & can't imagine I ever will.
I am feeling totally shattered. I keep crying & poor DP is feeling helpless. I am scared it is going to affect our relationship, which was so strong before this.
Has anyone else been in a similar position to me, and if so, does the pain ever lesson? Do you ever reach acceptance & get on with life?
I just don't know how to get through this.