I miscarried just before Christmas - MMC discovered at a scan at ten weeks, but the baby had stopped growing at five weeks. It was a horrible, painful, long-drawn-out process that all happened at home, but we'd been getting on with things and I was feeling just about OK. Then I had to go for a scan on Wednesday to make sure there were no retained products. I was hoping that it would help to draw a formal line under it and that would be that, but they've found a big cyst on each of my ovaries, so I've got to go back for another scan in six weeks to see if they've gone, dragging it all out still further. I went to pick up my son from school after the scan and he came running out all excited to tell me that his friend's mum has a baby in her tummy, which knocked the wind out of me a bit - I'm happy for her, of course, but it's going to be hard. And then yesterday my period started, so I'm probably hormonal as well and the blood is freaking me out a bit because part of me is expecting the terrible pain and flooding to start up again. Uff. Hardly anyone knew about the pregnancy so I've got nobody to wail to in real life, and DH is working ridiculously long hours this week so I've barely seen him. Just need a little bit of handholding :(