Well. For a minute there I was pregnant. But now I’m not.
It’s disheartening mostly. It’s also making me considerably more cynical about positive pregnancy tests. I would love to be one of those women who get a positive test and believe with certainty that they’ll get a baby out of the whole deal. Instead I see a positive and think, well I’m pregnant. Again. For now.
The whole thing was unexpected since we were preventing, but definitely not unwelcome. I had just enough time to start getting excited about the idea of a third child before the beginning of the end. When the spotting started I knew it was over. Despite my intuition and a first doctor visit on Wednesday, miscarriage wasn’t confirmed until this afternoon. But it was confirmed.
My medical history now officially includes: Pregnancies: 4, Live Births: 2. *sigh*