I've been lurking on this thread for about a week but seeing the latest flurry of brave and honest posts from @Moosh18 @Lifeafterloss22 @Cb31 and @elliejay9 has encouraged me to join in!
I am currently 5 weeks 3 days, due 14th Jan 2023. This is will be DC#1. My partner and I have been trying for three years and experienced three losses. Our last two losses (most recent 30/12/21) have both been MMCs where the babe stopped developing at between 5 and 6 weeks and I had no idea until the scan, so I am a real bundle of nerves at the moment.
I have PCOS and do not ovulate often on my own so we have been using Clomid.
After last time, the Recurrent Miscarriage Clinic in Manchester accepted me as a patient, and they have been really wonderful. Along with 2g Metformin a day, I have been prescribed 5mg folic acid, and 800mg of progesterone.
It is the progesterone that I am really hoping makes the difference as the more I read about it, the more important I realise it is and mine is naturally a little low!!
I am also on a gluten free diet as of all the tests for antibodies, clotting disorders, and other inflammatory issues at the RMC, the only one that came back as a possible problem was borderline celiac disease.
Just to share my symptoms:
➡Sore breasts (only really set in in earnest this week, unlike my other pregnancies when they were unbearably sore from ovulation)
➡Intermittent nausea (again, this has only really started a couple of days ago)
➡Mild cramps and a pinching feeling that is quite persistent on my left side. It is too early for round ligament pain, so I am hoping it is things just stretching and settling.
➡Fatigue - although that is no where near as bad this week! Last week I was a zombie, this week I am drowsy by 8pm but able to stay up with my partner until about 10pm.
I am cautiously optimistic, but my first scan is 24th May, and I have to be honest and say I am dreading it. I'm just really, really scared of going through another miscarriage and the physical and emotional toll it takes. Gary, my partner, is being wonderful and is so hopeful and encouraging, and I wish I could get to that place too. But at the moment I find myself prefacing every conversation with "Well, if things go well..." or "We mustn't get our hopes up, but..."
I suppose the last few years have left me quite uncertain of my body and I so sympathise with the other ladies on this thread who feel the same type of way.
Wishing luck and love to us all 🍀