However up until this point I’d been able to explain and see possible reasons for my miscarriages and was feeling very positive that the third time would be successful. But unfortunately that has not been the case.
I had a miscarriage again last night…it was early, I’d only known I was pregnant for a week. But a week can be a long time. The due date was calculated, my mind had been wandering, hoping and imagining for the future. And I met up with a group of close friends yesterday only to discover 3 out of 4 of us were pregnant – all 4 weeks apart – how incredible! How exciting it was going to be!
And now what? Really? This had to happen to me, again? Me, who eats well and looks after myself and desperately, desperately longs for a child.
Why? That’s all I can think. Why?
And now I’ve just got to remember to breathe again…