Thanks so much for starting this thread, EllieJayJay.
Well, I can tell you one thing, it was a shit Christmas.
Found out I was pregnant Dec 3. Was about a month gone. Didn't have many symptoms at all. Told DH, both thrilled. Weren't really TTC but not taking any contraceptives. Already have DS, who is 2. Great, we thought, nice gap between them both.
One week later started bleeding heavily, for around 3 /4 days. Figured I'd miscarried, even though there wasn't many clots or anything, but just thought that as it was early there mightn't be much. Had previous miscarriage where I was further gone, that happened very quickly, passed everything within an evening.
Anyway, I thought I was over it, that was a good two weeks ago, but last week starting having bad period type cramps and bleeding. Passed lots of clots. Passed the sac on Saturday. Horrendous. Size of a golf ball, it seemed to be stuck in my vagina. Scared to pull on it, but then it plopped into the loo. Grey and red. I picked it up and showed DH.
Sigh. Miscarriage is really shit. I have had two (one before DS was born) and the second one was worse than the first, due to the delayed actual miscarriage.
Bleeding has stopped, but I was bleeding for around a week. Not heavy, but like a period. Tummy feels more normal.
Just wanted to write all this down, feels cathartic.
Now all my energy is going into TTC again. Wanted to announce at Christmas but obviously didn't as miscarriage had happened by then. Final nail in the coffin was my idiot SIL noticing me not drinking and asking me 'Are you pregnant?'. Stupid bitch. No, I'm fucking not, not anymore.
How do you all find the strength? Not just emotionally but physically? And what on earth do women in Third World countries do, miscarrying and then just trying to keep alive?
Sorry about the long post - but it feels good.
Thanks to everyone for posting, it really helps.