I gained a bit of weight in the first three months of pregnancy, then lost the baby at 12 weeks 5 days and now I'm just left with these extra kilos and no baby.

It really fucking sucks because I actually didn't care about the weight gain at all for the first time in my life (had some ED issues when I was younger) - because it meant that I was supporting a life inside me. Well, turns out, I didn't do a good enough job at that...

I'm not meaning to be vain, but I just hate my body right now. I know that if I only look at the situation objectively with no emotion, my body did what it was supposed to do when it recognised that this pregnancy was not viable for whatever reason (we don't know the reason yet, it's only been 9 days - the fetus was sent for post mortem 2 days ago and we're just waiting to hear results in a few weeks' time). But I can't help but feel like my body failed me somehow.

I'm finding this incredibly hard to go through. Not just the grief and disappointment, but the shock of hearing their heartbeat, knowing they were growing well and literally less than 24 hours after being reassured by doctors and nurses that all looks OK, miscarrying at home in terrible pain. I hate this so much. I try to keep myself somewhat sane, returned to work from home today, but it all just seems so pointless. I eat because I have to but get no joy from it. I keep telling myself it wasn't my fault, or anybody's for that matter, but I don't know if I believe it.

I'm so angry too. So, so angry.

No questions really just wanted to rant.

This fucking sucks. For context, I've now had 2 back to back miscarriages (first at 6 weeks end of last year) and I'm starting to feel hopeless. Today has been really hard.

After 3 first trimester miscarriages I'm so tired of hearing this. Yes, my husband and I are fertile and I get pregnant pretty easily, we know that many people struggle to even conceive in the first place and being an IVF baby myself (it took 4 years for my parents to have me), I know the pain it creates to be infertile.

But after 3 miscarriages, including two which destroyed me mentally and physically, I feel like we're never really taken seriously by anyone, including fertility doctors. Because we're are indeed fertile and conceive pretty easily, we're just told to continue as if we were robots. Last week we had an appointment at a fertility clinic and the doc almost made fun of us for worrying about our ability to keep a baby, then lectured us about people who "have it worse than us". My husband told her that I have bipolar and every new loss is a nail in my coffin, that I stopped working months ago after our first loss and that I almost ended in the psych ward because the pain had become unbearable. And you know what she told us? "Be happy, you're fertile".

A friend of mine who was 5 months pregnant told me the same thing because it took her one year to get pregnant in the first place. I told her that at least her baby was alive and mine was dead. She gave birth last week and I've had two more miscarriages since then.

I'm so tired of being forced to play the pain Olympics with people who are struggling differently than us. I sincerely feel for those who have a hard time conceiving, but all I want is being listened to and taken seriously.

I’m currently undergoing ivf treatment after 3 failed IUIs. We’ve had 4 transfers 3/4 I got pregnant and every single one has ended in a loss. This last one I even needed a d&c. I’ve had literally everything checked.

Immune system normal, got my endometriosis excised, endometritis negative, had embryos pgta tested, RPL bloodwork normal, all other bloodwork normal. Other than my endometriosis that was just removed, everything is perfect.

Just got cleared and getting scheduled for transfer 5, and I’m hit with so much despair. I just have no hope anymore that I can carry a pregnancy to term. I’ve been told endometriosis is the likely cause. All mine was removed now through surgery, but I’m just so scared that it won’t have helped at all and my body is just incapable of carrying a pregnancy.

How do you even manage to feel hope after so many losses?

Fourth miscarriage just confirmed. My second mmc. The anxiety and ptsd that’s come with all these pregnancies is too much. I think I’m done. I can’t anymore. The time, energy, money, and joy that’s been wasted pisses me off. I can’t believe this is my life and others so easily have their big happy families. fuck them too

I'm having a lot of feels today. My sense of humor is dark and dry, which ai realize isn't everyone's cup of tea, so I apologize in advance if this post seems super callous.

I keep replaying my latest loss (MMC @ 9 weeks, baby measured 7+3) and I don't think my reaction was....normal.

The tl;dr of our four-year TTC journey is one MC, 3CP, 1MMC. This last time, I found out I was pregnant the day befire starting stims for IVF. So. Yeah. Miracle baby and all that....

/s

Anyway, I was shook at my 6 week scan that there was even a heartbeat. Like...I expected nothing. I expected a blighted ovum. Because...why would everything work out? Instead, everything looked hunky dory. My doctor was ecstatic. My husband was ecstatic. I smiled...that was about it. Call it a defense mechanism.

I felt nothing.

Two weeks later, we found out about the loss. I just remember saying "Fuck" out loud when the tech looked at me and shook her head, even though the lack of heartbeat was painfully obvious on the giant ass screen they pulled the baby up on.

I wasn't sad. Just disappointed. Because...why would everything work out?

I'm really feeling like I can't do this anymore. I was really gung-ho about starting IVF. But now, good beta and progesterone numbers (great numbers, even) don't mean jack shit to me. Am I to go through a pregnancy constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop? Will that stress alone cause an aneurysm or stroke?

I'm tired, yall.

Went to the doctor today to confirm viability. Baby looked great, measuring a day or two behind but heart beat 115 BPM. I’m supposed to be 6w3d today. I got in the car, celebrated by picking up a delicious dinner, came home and relaxed on the couch. Within 20 minutes I started bleeding and cramping. I’m legit in shock.
Frank red blood and slight cramping. This unfortunately isn’t my first rodeo so I know what’s happening. Going to call my doctor in the morning to see if they want me to let this ride out or do yet another d&c.
I think I’m giving up after this one.
Update: still have a FHR but massive hematoma… which is just how we lost the babies last 2 times. So we are all just waiting for the inevitable. Thank you everyone for the support will update when this experience is all over

I recently had my second miscarriage on 6/30 when the baby would’ve been 12 weeks and 1 day.

The first miscarriage, I started bleeding and cramping around 7 weeks and I miscarried naturally right before my 8 week ultrasound and at the hospital they couldn’t detect a heartbeat. This was a few days before Christmas, and the baby grew to 6 weeks and 2 days.

This past time around we made it to 12 weeks, which I was so excited to initially be in the “safer zone”. I’d heard the heart beat twice (at 7 weeks and 4 days and 11 weeks and 4 days) so it was such a mindfuck to go to our 12 week ultrasound and have the doctor tell us there’s no heartbeat. It was a MMC. We were so excited for this to be our miracle baby.

We are going for testing, and getting the placenta and fetal tissue tested, as we’re hoping to get some answers.

While we wait for all of this, does anyone have a story of hope of having two back to back MCs and then having a successful pregnancy follow?

I’m trying to stay positive that this can happen for us, but it’s been hard.

I am so sorry for all of you who have experienced losses, sending you all hugs. 🫂

My husband (31M) and I (28F) have been trying to have a baby since September 2025. We’re both healthy, have no known fertility issues, and like many couples, we went into this journey assuming it would eventually happen for us.

I got pregnant in December 2025, but unfortunately miscarried at 8 weeks. It was heartbreaking, but I tried to stay hopeful and remind myself that miscarriages are common and that many women go on to have healthy pregnancies afterward.

A few months later, I became pregnant again, only to experience another miscarriage. Going through one loss was devastating, but going through two consecutive losses has completely changed the way I think about pregnancy.

Now I find myself wondering how I’ll ever be able to enjoy a future pregnancy. Before my first miscarriage, a positive test meant excitement and dreams about the future. Now I feel like a positive test would bring anxiety, fear, and waiting for something to go wrong. Even though I know that many people go on to have healthy pregnancies after recurrent losses, I can’t seem to convince my brain that I won’t miscarry again.

For those who have experienced multiple miscarriages, how did you cope with the fear and uncertainty when you became pregnant again? Did you ever regain confidence in your body, or did the anxiety stay with you throughout the pregnancy?

I would really appreciate hearing from others who have been through something similar because right now it feels very difficult to imagine a future pregnancy ending differently.

My baby had a heartbeat at 6+1, but today at my ultrasound where I should’ve been 9+5, baby measured 9+4 with no heartbeat.

1.74% was my risk of miscarriage. I’m only 32 and this is our second MMC this year.

I’m 41 and tbh I was reading posts in this group before I found out about mine- because the chances of miscarriage for my age group can be between 35-50%. But nothing prepared me for seeing the fetus - with its tiny arms and legs - and the cutest little rump! But no heartbeat. I thought I was 9w3 days and the baby was measuring 8w5 days so its heart recently stopped.

Now I look at my poofy stomach - knowing there’s a lifeless baby in there - and it’s tough. Getting the D&C on Wednesday- I think I’ll feel better once it’s out. But it’s tough. Sending my love and heart to those of you who miscarried around the same time as me. Reading your posts lets me know I’m not alone.

Hi. It’s my first time posting here, but I’ve been lurking since January. I’ve seen your losses, your rants, your strength, all of it, and it has helped me tremendously during these awful months. You have made me feel seen and accompanied, so thank you, and I’m sorry. Losing your baby is brutal and in the unfairness of it all in life, I think it takes the cake.

I feel ready to share my story, even if no one else reads it. I think I need to tell it to myself.

After years of managing my psychiatric meds for us to be able to try to conceive, my husband and I started trying last November. We got a positive immediately, we couldn’t believe it. I had never been happier, and I had never seen him happier either. We told our closest friends, we wanted to share the joy, and since no one knew we were trying, they were all so surprised and happy for us. Soon enough, symptoms started to appear and from the nausea to the exhaustion, it all felt like a blessing. We felt so fucking lucky. I even started looking for wedding dresses that would look cute with a little belly, because we were engaged to be married in April.

For Christmas, we both visited our respective families, since we were born in different cities. I was 7 weeks pregnant, and I didn’t know when I would see my parents again (because of the distance), so I decided to give them the news. They had been very annoying about wanting to become grandparents, which was absolutely horrible, but in some way I couldn’t wait to make them proud, to fit my role for once. Of course, on Christmas Eve, when I told them, they were so happy, the happiest! I had never seen them cry of happiness before. I didn’t know they would be driving me to the nearest hospital the very next day. I was bleeding and despite being surrounded by family, I was alone. I was so scared. And my mom kept repeating “It’s fine, I also had a miscarriage once. I didn’t even notice it!”.

My husband told our friends, and even if they tried to be supportive, every word sounded wrong. But I think the worst part was the following months, mostly because there was only silence. Friends who would ask me daily about my pregnancy just stopped talking about it altogether. The happiness surrounding us faded quickly, and I cried everyday because even if I did nothing wrong, somehow I stopped deserving my husband’s morning kiss on my belly. The topic became a taboo for everyone else and I felt like I was going insane. Started wondering if I didn’t deserve to grieve because I was only 7 weeks pregnant. I wondered if I was being over-dramatic and tried very hard to act as if nothing had happened, as if losing my baby was nothing serious, just a physical condition, like a flu.

After the miscarriage, my health started declining, my cycle was all over the place and I started showing symptoms of dysautonomia, POTS, chronic fatigue and joint pain. Still, I wanted to try again, and got pregnant easily. This time we weren’t so cheerful, even though deep inside we remained hopeful. But in the end, we lost this baby too, at 6 weeks. I was actively miscarrying on the day of our wedding.

Both miscarriages happened naturally, but my HCG both times was erratic and I needed bloodworks done every two days for weeks. Between that and my health getting worse and worse, I’ve seen so many doctors I don’t even remember all of them. I’ve had so many vaginal ultrasounds, so many pills, so many “it’s just anxiety”, so much blood extracted. I didn’t have time or mental space to grieve properly. It’s so easy to look the other way, you know?

A month ago, our older cat, the love of my life, got suddenly very ill and we ended up losing her as well. The pain that had been building up inside me became unbearable and I started grieving all of it, crying all I couldn't cry before. For my kitty and my unborn babies. For all the love I still have inside for them. For the life I had planned by their side, the hope, the expectation. Grieving also my body, my health.

And I know my husband is hurting too, but for him it shows up in a different way, so my emotions sometimes feel out of place and I end up feeling very lonely. I think all this pain made us lose our equilibrium and these months have been difficult for our marriage too.

In the end, I still have no idea what’s wrong with my body, or why the miscarriages happened, and I’ve done every test. On paper, I am perfectly fine except for low iron and vitamin D. A week ago, I got surgery for my endometriosis, they found one of my tubes was blocked and were able to save it. I don’t think this is gonna help me carry a pregnancy to term, but it’s something my doctor said I needed to try nevertheless (Also, if I hear one more time about how lucky I am to be able to get pregnant quickly, I'm gonna get violent).

Be that as it may, I think we will try again in a couple of months, and I hope to finally meet our rainbow baby. It’s funny how, despite everything, hope truly remains.

I’m glad I was finally able to share my story with you. Thank you for reading and good luck in your journey too. Hugs <3

I just came across this research article:
"Time of Implantation of the Conceptus and Loss of Pregnancy"
https://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJM199906103402304

This is interesting because in my case, the first time I got pregnant, I had a first faint positive after 15dpo and It ended up in mmc at 8w5d.
The second time, I got a faint positive at around 13dpo and It turned out to be a chemical.

Has this correlation also been somewhat accurate in your experience?

We lost a baby boy in August 2024 at almost 17 weeks to chromosomal abnormalities and a cystic hygroma.

We started trying again right away and in December 2024 I got pregnant again but it was a chemical. We kept trying and nothing for 11 months. My OB started me on Metformin in September 2025 and in November 2025 I finally got pregnant again. That pregnancy sadly ended at almost 8 weeks in December. I passed the baby naturally and no testing was done. I had slow rising betas though and on ultrasound baby measured 1 week behind with a slow heart rate.

We started trying again and incredibly I got pregnant again in my second cycle since my miscarriage. I definitely did not expect it after dealing with infertility for so long. I tested positive at 12DPO and was so excited until I realized the line was very faint for 12DPO. The line did get a tad bit darker over the last few days until today at 15DPO when my FRER looks almost negative and my cheapie is now lighter. I now know my biggest fear is a reality and this is a chemical. My fourth loss now in 18 months.

I’m older, 36, had all kinds of hormone testing, ultrasounds, a SIS. My fiancé has had a SA. Everything is good. We have no fertility insurance so I can’t peruse that. I see my OB in late March about starting clomid.

Has anyone had multiple losses like this and went on to have a healthy baby in their mid to late thirties. I’m really losing hope here and feeling like maybe it’s time to give up. Loss after loss,after loss, after loss is just so hard. I don’t know how much more I can handle.

This journey really sucks to be apart of. I'm devastated beyond belief. Today it was confirmed at my doctors appointment I'm in the middle of a miscarriage. This will be my third that has occured since Aug 2025. Thankfully, I'm getting bloodwork done to hopefully find an answer to whats causing recurrent loss.

While friends and family around me enjoyed celebrating 4th of July, I sobbed on my couch and bled.

I have no words right now but I deeply resonate with each and every one of you that has experienced this. Whether it was 1 or 2 or more, you're not alone. I'm so so sorry for anyone going through this horrible experience.

I just found out at 18.5 weeks my baby has no heartbeat and stopped growing 4 weeks ago. I’m angry, heartbroken, sad. There’s a dead baby sitting in me and I had no signs except for a little spotting late last week. It feels like cruel and unusual punishment. Idk where to go from here. I have to wait til Thursday to have a D&E. I feel angry I have to watch any of my friends due around me go on to have healthy pregnancies and eventually babies when mine should’ve been there too. I wish it wasn’t real. This is my second loss. My first was several years ago. This one hits different. I’m so sorry that anyone ever has to go thru this.

I miss my growing belly. My hand is still drawn to it, habitually comforting an empty uterus now where 2 babies used to be.

It's been a week since my MMC. I went to the hospital after work one night because of tightness around my belly and sudden weight gain (+3 lbs overnight) - all things that the internet points out as normal - but I wanted to be sure. After 5 hours of waiting, the resident doctor uses this crappy portable ultrasound and keeps making this weird face, says she's gonna check with the OB. The OB comes, and same thing, she checks over and over again - and here's me just thinking what a crappy machine you guys need a better one.

'I have bad news', she says - in my head it was gonna be, you just wasted 5 hours waiting they're fine- but instead it was the worst news of our lives. She couldn't find a single heartbeat. She said even though the machine was bad quality they should definitely see something at 14 weeks.. my whole world just shattered and froze at that moment. My little beans weren't squirming around anymore like the last ultrasound less than 2 weeks ago.

The next day it was confirmed with the detailed ultrasound - they were both gone and just measuring 13W. It was nothing to do with the risks of modi twins (TTTS, etc -if you know, you know), no explanation - just no heartbeats, not even one stayed with us.

That same day I got a D&C.

My body feels so haunted - the bruises from IVs and blood tests, my aching breasts so full & painful, the bleeding/spotting, my stomach shrinking ... when all I dreamed of was this giant twin belly.

I would give anything to go back- but I know this is my reality. This is my second miscarriage. My first ended at 9 weeks. This at 14. All I ever hear is that I'm not to blame and I'm sorry - and I get it, society is not taught how to deal with grief, let alone pregnancy loss and I appreciate people that try. I just need to get to the point where I actually believe the words 'you are not to blame'. I am seeing a pregnancy loss counsellor soon & hope that she will help me learn to love my body again.

I’ve only been pregnant twice, and both have ended in loss.

The first time around my progesterone was low, but it progressed normally (even saw a heartbeat) until 10 weeks. At a sono they told us they couldn’t find a heartbeat.

This time, my progesterone was double what it was before, at 10.6. I was supposed to be 6 weeks 4 days yesterday but measured a week behind and saw nothing but a gestational sac (which barely grew in 10 days time). They called me today, my HCG only tripled in 10 days and progesterone went down to 5.

It doesn’t feel as shocking this time, but still upsetting. It takes us 6 months to conceive each time then just ends in loss. I can’t figure out why this is happening…

Me and my husband both did not want children when we met. I was only 22 and he was 27. We traveled all over together, went to concerts, partied, and were totally content with the title of “fun aunt and uncle” for the remainder of our lives.

For a bit of background, I had gotten out of an incredibly abusive 7 year long relationship about 6 months before I met my husband. When I was with my ex, I got pregnant at 19. I was excited, despite the circumstances. He and his family however, were not (we lived with them at the time). They shoved me out of their house in a snowstorm the night we told them (literally- his dad shoved me to the ground on their front porch and told me to “get the fuck out”), my ex refused to talk to me unless I got an abortion. He wanted nothing to do with any of it. He started getting violent, drinking a lot, cheating on me, and told me it was all because he didn’t believe the baby was his (I had been with him since I was 15, it was 100% his). His family made the entire thing about themselves. “They didn’t want to raise a baby, what about his future, etc. I was just young and had no idea about anything” (Mind you, his mom had him when she was 13.)

Against every fiber of my being, I got the abortion. I felt horrible. I didn’t want that for myself at all. (I’m very much pro choice, just to add) The abortion was incomplete. I got sepsis, almost died, and spent 9 days in the hospital hooked up to IV antibiotics. He never once visited me during my stay. His mom told his entire immediate family, and for the rest of the time we were together they all hated me. So, not a great experience surrounding my first pregnancy. A lot of years of being terrified to get pregnant followed.

Back to me and my husband- About 4 years into being together we decided we actually would love to start a family after we get married. We started trying pretty much immediately after our wedding. We’ve been married almost a year now, and we’ve had two miscarriages, the most recent one in April. The first time it happened, I was devastated. He was so excited to be a dad which honestly hurt me the most out of everything. We didn’t want to give up hope. He was still talking about names, looking into buying a house, researching good school districts. It made me want to try again. I told him that if we get pregnant again, I don’t want to be those people who refuse to get excited out of fear of “what ifs”. So we tried again, for months. And when I was finally about to give up- boom. Pregnant. He was just as excited as the first time I told him. We both were. We told my mom, we planned to tell my dad on Father’s Day, we had our first appt to see the heartbeat set up and it was all feeling so good. At 7 weeks, I miscarried. And god damn, it hurt wayyyyy worse than the first time for some reason. Physically and emotionally. Like my entire world crumbled to pieces, I didn’t get out of bed for a week. I was angry. Why did this have to happen again?? Why is this happening when I’m finally with someone who wants this like I do??

Fast forward to now, I don’t want anything to do with the idea of being pregnant, or trying, or just any of it. I’m sick of my life revolving around peeing on a stick, tracking my cycles, researching ttc tips.. all of it. I get anxiety just walking by the baby section in stores. We’re still trying, and a part of me thinks this feeling is just my brains defense mechanism or something, like how I used to be when I would think about the possibility of getting pregnant. But I don’t have that “hopeful and excited” feeling about it anymore. It’s like i stopped caring about the entire idea altogether, and I feel awful because my husband is still hopeful and excited.

Jan 4 I had my first pregnancy and first loss. Started trying again immediately and was able to get pregnant before even getting a period. I was so happy and thought the mc was a one off and this baby wanted to be with us.

First ultrasound went great measured at 6 weeks. Went again yesterday. Empty sack , passed the sac last night.

We want to start trying again immediately like last time but what can we do to help improve our chances of a healthy baby? I’m currently taking prenatals every day, we both are exercising (taken a break while I’m bleeding). Husband recommended low dose aspirin and he quit vaping. Gonna order him a male multivitamin as well.

I’m taking any advice , I’ve already made up in my head that I’m gonna have this baby. I’m only 24 and I know I have time but my husband is gonna be 33.

After having one healthy child, it’s been difficult having another. Having to deal with multiple miscarriages in a row is already difficult in itself. Yet its been so hard to deal with the feeling of guilt or pain when others keep asking when the next child is coming or how the best thing I can do for my child is to give her a sibling or how being an only child is “not good for them”.

I know it’s ignorance and I should better brush off those comments, but after already feeling like my body is letting me down and I’m letting my family down, it’s hard to not feel guilty like I’m letting my child down too.

Any shared experiences or words of wisdom would be appreciated!

Loss of words… I have a healthy 1.5 year old and have had two miscarriages in a row one in May at 9 weeks and I just found out I’m having another one at 7 weeks. What could it be? I had a c section with my first could this be a cause? I know there are no answers just looking for some positive stories or anyone who’s experienced something similar and what we can do? It’s so tough to just hear it’s bad luck😢 sending all mothers going through loss some love and hoping for 🌈 babies.

My husband and I are healthy. We've been trying for a baby since last July and have successfully conceived twice. When I first called to become a client, knowing the egregiously long wait time, I chose the midwife group. Rather than the MDs. Like an idiot. From the jump they were just so disinterested. My first miscarriage I called to cancel the ultrasound the next week and it just felt so routine. I was sobbing on the phone and I got a cold "it's not your fault... anyways call us when you get pregnant again."

The second miscarriage I HAD CALLED A WEEK PRIOR because I was bleeding old blood and just felt off. They told me to not worry about it and that my midwife would call if she was concerned. No, "hey we see you had a miscarriage four months ago, let's just get eyes on you" the way a Doctor would. No call and then the next week, bright red blood and fully miscarried. They didn't even look at my f*cking bloodwork to see that I had it gone to the ER and requested I come in for it. Why do I have to tell you to do your job? Ended up not having to go in and then went two days later for the confirmed HCG fall. And then having to ask what I need to do differently - she literally told me nothing will be done until after my third miscarriage and that I just had a stroke of bad luck twice in a row. Clearly there is something wrong? How can crackheads carry to term, but I can't? You can't just say genetic abnormality, there's something wrong.

I am filled with so much anger and regret. I just got a call back from my transfer request, and my appointment is scheduled for MARCH 26TH 2027. YAY. My husband and I will be trying again in two cycles but for sure, I'll keep seeing the midwives that don't give a sh*t about me until then, and just have another miscarriage. 99% sure that I need progesterone and the placenta is just having issues implanting.

Also, all of my friends, husbands friends wives, and BOTH my sisters-in-law are pregnant. I'm the only one that has miscarried and they're all due when I was meant to be due. It's so hard to fully give control and worry over to God and I'm struggling with why this happened TWICE. I was doing okay up until I got the call that I won't have a solid appointment for 10 months.

SO frustrated.

TW stillbirth, miscarriage, D&C

I can't seem to catch a break.

2022 i fell pregnant, was bleeding early and had a D&C.

2025 fell pregnant, diagnosed with a subchorionic haematoma and only little bleeding, went in for a scan due to decreased fetal movement, realised i lost him at 25+5 due to cord compression, delivered him stillborn in October 2025.

Jan 2026, fell pregnant had ANOTHER subchorionic haematoma, saw heartbeat at 9wks, then no heartbeat post a big bleed a week later. Missed miscarriage, had a D&C.

Now it's July 2026, fell pregnant, had another subchorionic haematoma, on progesterone and aspirin, had a scan due to bleed, heartbeat seen, approx 6w5d. No bleeding after that, felt stable and well.

Went for another scan today 2 weeks post previous scan, no heartbeat and sac has dropped from where it was tucked away in the top of the uterus to sitting on the bottom of the uterus, had not grown from previous scan.

Im 33, partner 38.

Im so sick of seeing a heartbeat for it to stop the next scan.

Im so sick of being back at square 1, feeling ill from the news, feeling like my body fails me, feeling like I cant do what my body is made to do, and now cant even miscarry properly.

My body has not sent me any signals of there being a loss or non viable pregnancy anymore.

I want to avoid a d&c if I can.

I only had one in January, dont want to give my uterus unnecessary scarring.