Hi,
Can I get on the bus?
I fell off the January one on Monday.
OH and I have been trying for a year for our first child. Got pregnant for the first time in May, got BFP on my birthday in June. Told my parents and my best friend. Bought two teddies and a new car (with four seats and a boot).
Then the day before my 12wk scan started getting some brown discharge, hoped it was nothing but feared the worst. The scan showed an empty sack.
My OH was so sad, I had already started to think it was over even though the bleeding was light and had had a little cry the night before, so was not as shocked as he was. They said the dates could be wrong but that didn't add up.
Then the bleeding started to get worse, on Monday it all kicked off, so much pain, so much blood. Apparently like labour because of the opening cervix but I have not point of reference. The nurses were very attentive and looked after me while I went through it. An hour or so later the pain subsided but my blood pressure had dropped very low so they admitted me to the ward over night.
Next morning I was discharged and am booked in for a rescan on Thursday to 'check it has all gone'.
Slept for 18hrs straight and woke up feeling very weird. Like I had jet lag.
Drifty and blank. It feels like the past six weeks were a dream. That none of it happened and there never was a baby, that it was just part of the same wishful thinking that I've had since last year.
For most of my life I've believed that I can't have children. With such irregular cycles I've always thought that there was something wrong with me. I want to be a mother so badly but can't shake the feeling that it is a pipe dream and will never be. As such I didn't truly believed the BFP and am not feeling a proper sense of loss because I never really got my head round the idea that there was actually a baby in there.
We are going to start ttc as soon as possible and I hope this time I can believe it. I certainly feel a bit more 'informed' and if that pain was like labour then I know I can handle it, even though it felt like I was going to die.
I survived for an hour and a half with my only pain relief being two paracetamol that I'd taken a couple of hours earlier.
I need some hand holding some reassurance that we can do it, that one day we will be parents that I didn't imagine this and that, although I've been asleep for the best part of two days, that it wasn't all a dream.