I didn't think it would throw me this much. I'm not sure even why I'm posting. But haven't told anyone, and i can't believe I had a little baby boy inside me. I miscarried 7 weeks ago at 16 weeks. I'd had cvs but had declined knowing sex, and then when things went wrong i couldn't face asking. I had my follow up appointment today, and asked them to write the sex down so I could look at it in private. DP was at work when I looked.
Anyway, I've been fine the last few weeks, maybe a bit too fine. So an emotional hiccup may be a good thing. Its just that we have 2 girls, and I hadn't realised how badly I wanted my little boy. I actually can't beleive we could make a boy, thought it would be girls all the way. Just wish I was finding out with a nice healthy full term baby. There we go. In some ways I think we are lucky to know more about the baby we lost, unlike people who lose them earlier. But its suddenly turned my detached abstract loss into a real person, which i suppose is buggering up my coping mechanism.
Good to get it off my chest. I will know put on the smile and go on the school run. Ho hum.