I'm nearly 19 weeks pregnant with dc2. Back when I was about 6 weeks I started bleeding. Went for a scan and they couldn't find a heartbeat. However, I was still (just) within the limits of where a miscarriage is not confirmed from the size of the sac so I was sent home or two weeks and warned that I'd probably miscarry during that time.
I didn't and the bleeding stopped so I went back two weeks later. During the two weeks I went through the full cycle of denial, anger, grief, resignation and acceptance and grieved for the lost baby.
And then we went back and there was a little blob with a heartbeat there. Which is now a proper little bump and everything is doing fine. No reason whatsoever to think anything will go wrong.
But I seem to be stuck in the place that I was when it first started going wrong. In my mind the baby is known as "poor doomed baby" and every day I wonder if today is the day I miscarry. I don't feel anything but fear for when will I lose it. And because I convinced myself during the two week wait that one child is enough for us and we are lucky to have her even when I do think about having the baby I can't think of anything positive about it.
It was a very planned, very wanted baby and we were so happy when we found out I was pregnant. And we are ridiculously lucky that the baby is ok. I should be so happy. But I'm not. I'm just scared.