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mazza, i am sorry for what you're going through, and i'm sorry for your losses polly. You're both right, i am trying to take comfort in the fact we were able to fall pregnant, although i have to admit i am terrified of falling pregnant again and this happening to us again 
Thanks for thinking of me jessa, things went okay at the hospital. It was all a bit hard and horrible, i got sent to the wrong place and ended up in the ante natal clinic waiting area with some extremely pregnant ladies and their families...although they realised in the end where i should be and i got to sit in another waiting area around the corner. They decided not to scan me in the end because they felt that at just 5 weeks they would be unlikely to see very much anyway so it would be difficult to gauge if everything had passed that way- instead they asked me questions and got me to take a pregnancy test. I hadn't thought there was much point in repeating HPT because i thought it would show +ve even during/after miscarriage but mine was negative and she said to me the doctors felt that given what i'd described and the
they felt certain i had had a complete miscarriage.
I already knew deep down but why oh why i don't know, i just somehow had a tiny part of me left thinking they would find i'd made a mistake and i was still pregnant after all? I didn't cry, i was very calm. They gave me a leaflet and said they hoped they'd see me again soon under better circumstances. It wasn't until we were on the bus home (my car broke down 2 weeks ago so we had to sit on the bus for an hour each way!) that i had a cry. The bus stopped to collect some people and there was a sign on the bus shelter about a missing kitten and had anyone seen it and for some reason that just set me off
Everything seems so unfair right now.
I felt like going straight to bed when we got in and never leaving the house again but we had to go out in the afternoon and collect the new car. Everything is such hard work, i hate talking to people, i hate being outside. I hate anyone talking about what has happened, but i hate it even more when they ignore it (even though i know they just don't want to upset me)
I think i have reached the 'anger' stage of my grieving because everywhere yesterday i saw couples and their children and it made me so mad. I don't know if i should go back to work asap and try to get back into the world and into a routine or take some more time off.
Sorry that was so long, it just helps to let it out.


Thanks for thinking of me jessa, things went okay at the hospital. It was all a bit hard and horrible, i got sent to the wrong place and ended up in the ante natal clinic waiting area with some extremely pregnant ladies and their families...although they realised in the end where i should be and i got to sit in another waiting area around the corner. They decided not to scan me in the end because they felt that at just 5 weeks they would be unlikely to see very much anyway so it would be difficult to gauge if everything had passed that way- instead they asked me questions and got me to take a pregnancy test. I hadn't thought there was much point in repeating HPT because i thought it would show +ve even during/after miscarriage but mine was negative and she said to me the doctors felt that given what i'd described and the

I already knew deep down but why oh why i don't know, i just somehow had a tiny part of me left thinking they would find i'd made a mistake and i was still pregnant after all? I didn't cry, i was very calm. They gave me a leaflet and said they hoped they'd see me again soon under better circumstances. It wasn't until we were on the bus home (my car broke down 2 weeks ago so we had to sit on the bus for an hour each way!) that i had a cry. The bus stopped to collect some people and there was a sign on the bus shelter about a missing kitten and had anyone seen it and for some reason that just set me off

I felt like going straight to bed when we got in and never leaving the house again but we had to go out in the afternoon and collect the new car. Everything is such hard work, i hate talking to people, i hate being outside. I hate anyone talking about what has happened, but i hate it even more when they ignore it (even though i know they just don't want to upset me)
I think i have reached the 'anger' stage of my grieving because everywhere yesterday i saw couples and their children and it made me so mad. I don't know if i should go back to work asap and try to get back into the world and into a routine or take some more time off.
Sorry that was so long, it just helps to let it out.