Musings and Snoozes

Things my body is teaching me

I’m umming and ahhing about whether it’s too soon to write about this, but I think for my own sake, I should try. Plus I found the below comic and it couldn’t be more apt if it tried.

I found out I was pregnant last week, but I’ve since miscarried. Again. All of the same things I wrote in my last post apply – I haven’t lost a baby, it was just a bunch of cells, it was very early on, and thank god it wasn’t 3 or 4 months down the line etc, but the difference this time round is I knew I was pregnant before it happened. I can’t even begin to explain what a difference that makes – even though it was just a few days, for those few days I knew I had something growing inside me, and the inevitable thoughts towards the next 9 months filled my mind. And then it’s gone. Friday I was hopeful. Saturday I was unsure. Sunday I knew.

I’m doing ok. Physically, I’m almost through it, emotionally, I’ve a little way to go. I’m trying hard to focus on the positives and remind myself that this is so early on in the grand scheme of trying for children. I’m trying to let myself feel it though too. I know if I don’t, I’ll bottle it up and it’ll come out at such an inappropriate moment otherwise, and so I’m doing my best to remember that it’s ok to be upset, to be sad, to cry over what could have been. I keep seeing the quote from The Velveteen Rabbit – “Once you become real, you can’t become unreal again” and that’s exactly it, just the knowing is what’s making it harder this time – once I’d felt pregnant, I couldn’t unfeel it.

But that is also giving me a bit of a kick up the backside, and making sure I try and learn something in the process. I’ve been making a semi conscious effort to address diet and exercise recently, but with house moving and holiday (and not having a fridge or freezer in the new house), shockingly it’s not gone all that well! But for those few days that I was growing a hooman, all I wanted to do was look after myself, and I can’t lose that feeling. I know my weight puts me at risk of miscarriage (although I’m pretty sure not enough for two in a row), but given that I have enough health issues that are out of my control, the very least I can do is do something about the ones I can control. And god knows, if there was ever an incentive to do it, this is it.

So that’s where I am at the moment. I can’t say it’s an ideal place to be, and I’m pretty sure I can expect to burst into tears at least once a day for the next week or so, but I could not have more amazing people around me and checking in on me, so I have no doubt I, will get through this one way or another 🙂

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