I am going to start by saying I am so fortunate to have two healthy children. But last week I had to end a pregnancy at 14 weeks due to chromosomal abnormalities. I am currently so sad. I feel as though I should just get on with life precisely because we are so lucky to have our two.
But equally, I just can't seem to do anything. I can't focus on work, although I know if I could, it might help, so I am just staring at the screen/mumsnetting/etc.
I can't stop obsessing about trying again, even though I know it probably wouldn't and more importantly almost, shouldn't happen now (I am in my forties).
When I got pregnant, I felt as though I was being greedy, and that I was asking for too much. Now it has ended in disaster and I am saying to myself repeatedly, I told you so. I feel like the universe is sending me a warning, not to try again. But then, I ask myself, why is it meant for others but not me?
I have a terrible superstition that if I did get pregnant again, it would end in sadness, or that if the baby made it to term, there would be undiscovered problems then. Or that we wouldn't be able to cope with three and it would be a disaster in other respects. I'm so very scared of trying again, but I'm scared of the regrets if we don't.
I know I should draw a line under it, so that I can concentrate on my DC and my DH. I feel like my stable marriage is already under threat as a result of my sadness, as we just can't seem to communicate on it. My DH just doesn't understand my desire to make our currently easy life harder, and in many ways, neither do I.
And yet ... I can't stop wishing for one more chance. In short, I'm in a mess. But feel like I shouldn't be. This is all normal, right? Does it get better?