I am 39, and had a MMC and a 'pregnancy of unknown location' (treated as an ectopic) last year. Although I know we are lucky to have managed pregnancy twice, I feel utterly without hope that we will ever have a family of our own - especially given my age - and so low and miserable it's unbelievable.
DH just said to me that my stress and misery isn't going to help our chances of conception - which I know as well - but seem unable to snap myself out of it.
My mindset now about a future pregnancy is BFP followed by a few weeks before things start going wrong, being back in the bloody scan room to be told again its all over, then x months of recovery before being back to square one - except so much older, and being TOLD over and over again that my age is against me by medical people who still do nothing to improve my odds despite my age. When I think about a BFP the first image that comes into mind is that dark scan room.
I keep thinking that if I KNEW there was something wrong I could address it, and if I knew there was nothing wrong I might feel differently. But I have to wait for THREE miscarriages before they even start to consider tests and its breaking me up. I think a third might finish me off, so any help at that point will be too late.
All this made my DH say the other night that he thinks he'd have preferred us to have infertility - because probably by now we'd have had some support or help rather than the nothing we're getting from the NHS. It feels unbearably cruel.
How do others manage to stay positive and optimistic and not STRESS (because stress is bad for conception) when you've had two MC and no answers or tests to set your mind at ease and left feeling like a third is on the horizon?
I'm crying every day and trying not to let DH see how bad it is. Today is especially bad because yet ANOTHER cousin has just announced her pg on Facebook.
Seriously - what chances do we have at our ages (DH is 43). We cannot afford IVF. I feel like I'm losing it. I've name-changed for this because I am ashamed to admit how I seem to be wallowing and posted it in the pregnancy thread in the hope good news stories from women like me here might help me pick mself up.
Oh yes - I was referred to a counsellor. She was a patronising young thing without a CLUE - didn't even know what progesterone was - I could have cheerfully hit over the head with a chair so decided it best if I leave... which I have. It made things so much worse - deeply wish I'd never mentioned my unhappiness to my GP because of where it took me. Not going back there.