6 Weeks

I think it’s getting to the point where I have to face the fact that I am going to lose this pregnancy.

I’ve had very light spotting for four days, but yesterday, the fifth day, I had two bouts of bright red bleeding. Not a lot, but it was there. Once in the afternoon and once before bed.

This morning my temperature is lower (although still above the coverline), and I’ve got brown spotting first thing.

I’ve also had no morning sickness, which I normally get from around 5.5 weeks. The two 6.5 week miscarriages I had before my first son were the same – no sickness and then both pregnancies failed at 6 weeks 4 days.

I’ve had no cramping or in fact any sensations at all so far in my uterus – it’s just silent in there. No other symptoms at all, apart from feeling more tired in the evenings.

I really thought this one was going to be it. In fact, there’s a part of me that’s still hoping despite the very obvious fact of the bleeding/spotting that there is a chance.

I’m sad for me, and also for my husband.

It’s my 40th birthday tomorrow, so at this point I am just hoping that it holds out until Thursday, when we are back from our night away and my in-laws (who we haven’t told) have gone home.

11 thoughts on “6 Weeks”

  1. Oh Rose. I just want to scream at the universe for you. IT’S NOT FAIR. Because it’s fucking not fair. I want to give you the biggest hug right now. I hope you get to have an enjoyable 40th. I know how much you’ve been looking forward to it. The timing freaking sucks. I am holding onto hope for you that things are not as they seem to you right now. xx

    • I know, it’s just ridiculous. I mean, statistically, surely it’s just ridiculous. Sigh. I really don’t even know what to say or do at this point. I’m just in disbelief over the whole thing.

  2. At this point even I am sick and tired of being heartbroken over you losses. I feel like this is the umpteenth time I’ve sat here in tears after reading your post. Sorry, don’t mean to make it sound like this is about me because it is most definitely not. I just want this so badly for you that it hurts. I will be thinking of you and praying for you. I’m holding on to hope. It ain’t over till the fat lady sings. Such a stupid expression but you know what I mean. Or do you? Now that I say it I don’t know if that’s an Americanism….

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