Well, it’s happened again. I was supposed to be 8 and a half weeks pregnant, but I went to the local hospital today to have an ultrasound, and received confirmation of what I was pretty sure of…there was just a sac that stopped growing over 3 weeks ago. Of course, I had the pleasure of suffering nausea and other pregnancy symptoms all that time– the symptoms stopped yesterday morning, which was my first clue. Second clue– spotting last night.
I hate having to wait for it to actually happen. Two factors, one minor, one major, are making me handle this much better than our first miscarriage. The minor factor is the fact that I already know how common miscarriage is and how many people have been through it. The major factor is five letters long… starts with an L and ends with an A:
We hadn’t told a soul about the pregnancy– because with our first, we blabbed about it and felt like that’s why we had the miscarriage. When I was pregnant with Lilia, we waited till we had “proof of life” (more than once), and didn’t announce till near the end of the first trimester. I am not a private person– I can post about the miscarriage on my blog. We just didn’t want to jinx it. Now there is nothing to jinx.
I was feeling nostalgic recently, and started entering some of my entries from my other online journal into this journal. Those entries can be found here. Coincidentally, they include entries about my previous miscarriage.
As for how I’m feeling about trying this again. Eh. Maybe after it’s over, I’ll have a different opinion, but right now I’m thinking that Three is a Magic Number. Please click that and watch it– I tried to embed it, but it didn’t show up.
A man and a woman had a little baby
Yeah they did
And there were three in the family
And that’s a magic number
