Today I’m 7w3d. This is the farthest a pregnancy has gone without some sort of spotting. Yea!
I just wish I felt more confident. Today was a tough one. It is hard when you’ve gone through a couple of missed miscarriages, where your baby has died weeks before you found out, yet there was no sign of anything being wrong. It is hard to trust your body and I am haunted by the moments of finding out about those losses. So I’m trying to celebrate this accomplishment and counting down the days until the next u/s on Monday.
I’d give anything to be puking. That sounds messed up, but it’d be so reassuring.