The good news at the moment: It’s apparently not an ectopic pregnancy. Which is good. Because that would have been more involved, more physically and emotionally painful, and just generally a process I’m glad I don’t have to deal with.
With that being said, the miscarriage is now official to the extent that I knew to expect it following the discussions with my doctor’s office, but that it is now actually physically underway. Add nausea brought on by the cramping, and we’re in for a great day! I’ll be hanging out in the easy chair with my heated blanket and occasional visits to the ladies’ room while downing plenty of Motrin…Pretty much relaxing as best I can at the moment.
Although it would have been nice to tell the doctors they were wrong, (and I was sooooo hoping they were) they weren’t.
I’ve been able to get my head wrapped around what’s going on. I realize that miscarriages occur when there’s a problem with the pregnancy. And, I’m okay with that. Was it something wrong with the embryo/fetus? Was it something wrong with me? Either way, it wouldn’t have been a good thing for the pregnancy to go to term, so my body is addressing that issue naturally. I really do get that.
And, being the “glass half full” kind of person that I am, I am seriously holding onto the hope that we were actually able to conceive. With the great team of physicians and nurses that I’ve been working with over the last year, I am hopeful that we can figure out where this one went wrong, so that next time I can write about the new things I’ll be going through as an expectant mother.
Thanks to everyone for their thoughts and prayers. Although I am generally understanding and accepting of things the way they’re going, I do have my moments. And the thoughts and prayers from friends and loved ones have given me strength to get through this mentally as well as physically.