Thanks for the welcome, ladies. For those of you who made it out of the “early days” of pregnancy, how in the world did you cope? I feel utterly useless, almost paralyzed with fear and sadness over the uncertainty. I feel like each little milestone will help (heartbeat, genetic screen, etc) but time is dragging so slowly and every milestone feels far away, and every little cramp makes me nervous.
These early days it feels like some cruel and twisted Shrodinger’s Cat experiment, not knowing if there’s a live and dead baby in there. Sorry if that’s a little morbid. It’s definitely reflective of how I feel. I miss the exuberant innocent excitement from when I was pregnant with my son, before I experienced any loss.