Second miscarriage; it started a few days ago, spotting dark blood just like the first one. And I thought that I wasn't so upset as before - at least I have had dd in between, life's OK.
But actually, I am upset and pissed off. I've just started to bleed properly, and I daren't go to bed as I'm staying in my friend's flat and am terrified I will wreck her best bed (she's away). This is my holiday, and I've spent it going back to the EPU I went to when we used to live in London.
Today, also, her fridge broke, the sink flooded with lots of stinky water from the nappy wash, it's raining and now I am not going to get to go to sleep. I am sitting on a towel on the sofa in case I wreck her furnishings too (last time I miscarried it was pretty unpleasant).
And I'm 42 and may never get to have a second child.
And it's saturday night, so I'm not really expecting anyone to be around, but at least I feel better for getting it off my chest.