Well, for my sins of spilling the beans early, I guess I now suffer the consequence of having to share the bad news too:
I may be, to quote a medical practitioner this morning, "in the throes of a miscarriage".
I have been devastated all morning. I am now coming to terms with it.
The scientist in me knows that this is Nature's way of dealing with things that aren't quite right, and respects that. The mother in me grieves for the tiny foetus I saw on the ultrasound this morning.
It measured only 5weeks6days. I am, by dates, 8.5 weeks pregnant. The only bright spot in my morning was being told that my pregnancy hormone levels are "reasonable". I have to have another blood test on Monday. But there's very good evidence that something is terribly awry.
But we'll be OK. I came home from hospital this morning and played with Jamie and my heart sung that I have one beautiful little boy. He truly is precious.
Kathie
