red_head
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I don't know if this is the right place to be posting this. I don't know if this is a miscarriage so I feel like a hypocrite posting it here really, I don't want to take away from what others have been through. To me, no matter what, it's the loss of our pregnancy, our hopes and dreams, and so much more.
I wasn't far along. Five weeks. But we had told our parents. My mum had text me with what she wanted to be called (Narna (as in banana)). We've waited so long for these moments. I was so happy. I've never been so happy in my life. The day after we told our parents, I started feeling like something was wrong. I did another test, and it hadn't got any darker. But according to the forums and Dr Google, it could mean everything was fine, or everything was over. I decided to stop reading things on the internet. The doctor said everything was fine and has already sent through the info for our 12 week scan. I'm due to see the midwife on Wednesday. I've booked the time off work. I'm not sure whether to cancel the leave. I've rung in sick for the rest of this week. We've waited so so long for this. It's everything I've ever wanted. When I was young, and people asked me what I wanted to be, I would say a mother. When I met my husband, I knew he was the one I wanted to do that with. Three years we've been trying and hoping. Every time we get close, something happens to ruin the chance.
I was abused in my teens, badly, for a long time. I've struggled with my self esteem, and my weight since. I've hated myself for a long time, my body, my anxiety, my memories. And I really mean it when I say I hate my body. We first went to the fertility about a year and a half ago. Immediately after the first appointment, before any treatment could start, I developed a neurological disorder which meant we couldn't try, and I was off work for six months. I put on even more weight. There is no chance of us having IVF etc because my BMI is too high, and I suffered with depression after the diagnosis, so it took a long time before I got my ass into gear enough to start dieting. And I've lost a stone and a half, but still have a long long way to go. It all feels so out of reach.
But then we got our BFP. I couldn't believe it. For a week, they were faint, but then the clearblue said it in proper letters, and it was properly on a frer, and I've never felt so happy. But it was all a lie.
I knew something was right. My symptoms seemed to disappear and then came back faintly, but it wasn't the same. I had cramping on my left side. I did a test on Monday evening, and it was negative. But then yesterday morning (not fmu), it was positive again. I phoned 111 last night as I just felt something was wrong, and had worse cramping on my left side. They sent me to the out of hours doctor, who sent me to the early pregnancy unit. A urine test was negative. I just sat there with tears rolling out of my eyes the whole time. They decided to do a blood test - I'm still waiting for the results. They sent me home, as the fact the urine was negative soothed their fears it could be ectopic. The doctor told me that tests would never go from positive to negative that quickly if there was really a baby. I asked her about chemical pregnancy, but she said even then they wouldn't go negative in a day. She told me that she thought it was a cyst - the polycystic ovary syndrome had caused the positive result. I've never had the hormonal issue, but have always had cysts. I never knew they could do this. I did not know it would be possible to hate my body more. After everything, all the things that have happened, I cannot believe my own body could be so cruel. It's not confirmed - depending on the blood result they may do a scan. It might be that there was a pregnancy, but it might be that there was never one. It's wait and see. I haven't started bleeding yet. I want this over. I don't know how I am supposed to go on ttc. Any positive test I ever get I will never know what it is. I don't think I can stand the idea of having to 5 or 6 weeks to know whether it is all another cruel joke, or whether I am pregnant.
So right now, I'm waiting for the hospital to phone and tell me whether there was every a baby. I feel in limbo still, but a sad, horrible limbo where I already know the end outcome. I feel so guilty for my poor husband, who is being so supportive even though he must hate me. I feel like an idiot for getting out family's hopes up. I just feel like a failure. And I feel, even more than I did, that this world is so cruel. I just feel empty. I know it was early and other women have been through so much worse, but i can't help how I feel, and really, its the cumulative effect of things too. I also now don't know whether the last miscarriage I had was really ever a baby, or whether it was this. It's taken us three years to see another positive result since then. What am I supposed to do? Risk hoping for another three years, just for this to happen again? Our friend has just had her third baby, after starting to try at the same time we did. The third was an unwanted accident, although is now much loved. I already struggle with seeing our friends with babies, and many of them are trying for more now. Dealing with infertility is hard enough, but dealing with it, and then having your own body play tricks on you just feels like too much.
I'm sorry for the long and depressing post. I just needed to vent. I think I will update later when the hospital call, but may just need to stop thinking about all this.
I wasn't far along. Five weeks. But we had told our parents. My mum had text me with what she wanted to be called (Narna (as in banana)). We've waited so long for these moments. I was so happy. I've never been so happy in my life. The day after we told our parents, I started feeling like something was wrong. I did another test, and it hadn't got any darker. But according to the forums and Dr Google, it could mean everything was fine, or everything was over. I decided to stop reading things on the internet. The doctor said everything was fine and has already sent through the info for our 12 week scan. I'm due to see the midwife on Wednesday. I've booked the time off work. I'm not sure whether to cancel the leave. I've rung in sick for the rest of this week. We've waited so so long for this. It's everything I've ever wanted. When I was young, and people asked me what I wanted to be, I would say a mother. When I met my husband, I knew he was the one I wanted to do that with. Three years we've been trying and hoping. Every time we get close, something happens to ruin the chance.
I was abused in my teens, badly, for a long time. I've struggled with my self esteem, and my weight since. I've hated myself for a long time, my body, my anxiety, my memories. And I really mean it when I say I hate my body. We first went to the fertility about a year and a half ago. Immediately after the first appointment, before any treatment could start, I developed a neurological disorder which meant we couldn't try, and I was off work for six months. I put on even more weight. There is no chance of us having IVF etc because my BMI is too high, and I suffered with depression after the diagnosis, so it took a long time before I got my ass into gear enough to start dieting. And I've lost a stone and a half, but still have a long long way to go. It all feels so out of reach.
But then we got our BFP. I couldn't believe it. For a week, they were faint, but then the clearblue said it in proper letters, and it was properly on a frer, and I've never felt so happy. But it was all a lie.
I knew something was right. My symptoms seemed to disappear and then came back faintly, but it wasn't the same. I had cramping on my left side. I did a test on Monday evening, and it was negative. But then yesterday morning (not fmu), it was positive again. I phoned 111 last night as I just felt something was wrong, and had worse cramping on my left side. They sent me to the out of hours doctor, who sent me to the early pregnancy unit. A urine test was negative. I just sat there with tears rolling out of my eyes the whole time. They decided to do a blood test - I'm still waiting for the results. They sent me home, as the fact the urine was negative soothed their fears it could be ectopic. The doctor told me that tests would never go from positive to negative that quickly if there was really a baby. I asked her about chemical pregnancy, but she said even then they wouldn't go negative in a day. She told me that she thought it was a cyst - the polycystic ovary syndrome had caused the positive result. I've never had the hormonal issue, but have always had cysts. I never knew they could do this. I did not know it would be possible to hate my body more. After everything, all the things that have happened, I cannot believe my own body could be so cruel. It's not confirmed - depending on the blood result they may do a scan. It might be that there was a pregnancy, but it might be that there was never one. It's wait and see. I haven't started bleeding yet. I want this over. I don't know how I am supposed to go on ttc. Any positive test I ever get I will never know what it is. I don't think I can stand the idea of having to 5 or 6 weeks to know whether it is all another cruel joke, or whether I am pregnant.
So right now, I'm waiting for the hospital to phone and tell me whether there was every a baby. I feel in limbo still, but a sad, horrible limbo where I already know the end outcome. I feel so guilty for my poor husband, who is being so supportive even though he must hate me. I feel like an idiot for getting out family's hopes up. I just feel like a failure. And I feel, even more than I did, that this world is so cruel. I just feel empty. I know it was early and other women have been through so much worse, but i can't help how I feel, and really, its the cumulative effect of things too. I also now don't know whether the last miscarriage I had was really ever a baby, or whether it was this. It's taken us three years to see another positive result since then. What am I supposed to do? Risk hoping for another three years, just for this to happen again? Our friend has just had her third baby, after starting to try at the same time we did. The third was an unwanted accident, although is now much loved. I already struggle with seeing our friends with babies, and many of them are trying for more now. Dealing with infertility is hard enough, but dealing with it, and then having your own body play tricks on you just feels like too much.
I'm sorry for the long and depressing post. I just needed to vent. I think I will update later when the hospital call, but may just need to stop thinking about all this.