Not really major league status so much, but those are the stats – two babies for five pregnancies. I knew a few days ago that it wasn’t okay, but confirmed everything yesterday and have had two fantastic days with PLENTY of evidence. Tomorrow is the D&C – though I don’t think there’s anything left to take care of. Such is life, right? Really though, as mentioned previously, the timing for this pregnancy was not great. We would have loved to have a third child and would have of course made everything work, but God works it all out for good… even though the immediate consequences suck.
The third miscarriage is easier than the first two. Having two lovable children here to cuddle helps. And – our five year anniversary will be much more fun now. I realize this is kind of a sick way to think, but I have to look at the positive side of things. Three miscarriages is a lot to carry, and fortunately the burden of the first two was washed away a long time ago (thank God). Finding out we were pregnant came with a lot of complicated emotions, and finding out we’re not anymore is also loaded with complicated emotions. But for some reason, I am coping a lot better this time around.
It still sucks.