Last year I had two mmcs, discovered at 14 then 12 weeks. The second one, I had had a private scan dating me at 8+5 but at the 12 week scan they estimated the mc happened at 8-9 weeks. Both surgically managed.
My DD who is now 4 was conceived the first month of trying and I carried her without problems. The first mmc I conceived easily but the next pregnancy took 8 months.
I am now pg again, and it took 10 months this time. I am 7-8 weeks, but I had some early bleeding (only lasting a few hours) and have been backwards and forwards to the early pg unit- blood tests, scans as yet inconclusive, and although there has been growth it's really pushing the dates.
I have another scan tomorrow which should be conclusive and I'm expecting to be told I have mc or will shortly do so. 
I'm sad but I'm more pissed off. I really want another baby and a sibling for my DD and it's been 18 months of frustration and disappointment. I feel like my life is on hold, I'm trying not to let everything revolve around it but it's always in the background. I feel the (largely self inflicted) pressure to get back to work as DD starts school but how can I throw myself into retraining or onto the career ladder in the pg/not pg cycle? I don't have the head space and the practicalities are tough. Time marches on and I feel like all these months have been largely wasted. The plan was to take some years out as a sahm then concentrate on getting into meaningful work, but the years out are increasing. I'm human and pissed off my plans have ruined, as well as being really sad about the what ifs.
Sorry, a bit of a self indulgent rant I know. I am all on my lonesome today with no one available irl to chat to. Any one else feel the frustration as keenly as sadness? x x