Anyway, finally, December 21 I had a positive hpt. I didn't even have one with my son (had to have a blood test to confirm I was pregnant with him) so you can imagine how shocked I was it was positive! After some thinking I figured out I was about 7 weeks pregnant at the time, called the dr. And set up my first appointment for a week later. Before that appointment, my husband and I had sex and the next day I started spotting. I freaked out and called the dr. She felt it was probably just from us having sex, by the following day the spotting stopped. That was a Friday, the next day, I started spotting again. The dr. Rescheduled my appt for the next week to see the nurse. The bleeding didn't stop so they sent me for an ultrasound a week later. By this time and by my calculations I was almost 9 weeks pregnant but the ultrasound showed I was about six weeks. They wanted me to wait a week and go back. The following week, before I even made it to the ultrasound I started bleeding heavily and found out when I got to the ultrasound what I already suspected, I was losing the baby my husband and I have tried to have for 4 years. This was just over a week ago when I found out. I finally quit bleeding this past Friday.
I have been so depressed since I realized I was having a miscarriage. I know women have them everyday but it's different when it happens to you, ya know? Add that to the fact that we've been trying for SO long and it makes it more depressing. I'm calling to schedule an appointment with my doctor tomorrow for a check up and to discuss ttc again. But I'm kind of wondering at this point, do I want to go through the disappointment again? Or the fear if I finally do get pregnant, am I going to lose this one too?