First period since the miscarriage arrived with a vengeance this morning. Double the flow and double the pain. My PMS coupled with the fact I had a wee hope I was pregnant, has left me feeling pretty pissed off today.
It’s been nearly a year since the honeymoon miscarriage and I honestly don’t know how people find the strength to try and try and try.
I know a year isn’t a long time to try but it just feels like its being going on forever. How some women manage to keep going for years is beyond me – I respect you so much for it. It’s unbelievably draining emotionally, physically and for your relationship.
We have an appointment on the 18th at the hospital for more tests. When I was in my early 20s I never imagined I’d have to go through all this. I naively thought if I had sex in January I’d have a baby by October. I thought it would be so simple.
Also. DH doesn’t even really seem bothered this month.