About two weeks ago I found out by chance that I'm pregnant. I was meant to have an MRI with dye (I had a joint injury) and they offered me a test to be on the safe side. It's my fourth and it was a complete shock as I'm already 44. By the way, no ageist comments please as I am fully aware of the risks. Getting past the initial shock, I've been feeling this rush of love for it, as I had for the other three. Now, again, I know the stats and have been taking it a day at a time. I have a horrible conflict at work which has come to a head last week so my stress levels have been through the roof- and today I am sat at the ED with bleeding. They are taking bloods and may offer me a scan but I'm pretty sure I know the outcome. I am feeling bereft regardless of all the rational arguments I everyone will come up with. Wish I could curl up in a ball and cry.