Thanks, everyone. Every day is a little bit better. I’m physically stronger today, and my husband went to work (with much fussing and fretting and telling me to take it easy please). I’ve been lurking here in the background a bit, taking part in some threads - I can usually count on the Dope for a smile if I stick around the right places.
It’s not as bad today; I’m not tearing up every time a diaper ad comes on.
Ellen, you are correct, many blighted ova are not fertilised, though your body responds as if it were pregnant. Mine was fertilised, but was not developing. The body gets rid of it because it knows to “dispose” of it - there is no embryo.
The facts, do, actually, make me feel a little better. Emotionally, it was hard to take, of course. But I know, in my heart, it’s okay. It’s a little confusing and stings at first, but knowing we did nothing wrong, that I couldn’t have saved it… it takes away some of the guilt you can’t help but feel. Even though it wasn’t ever going to be a tiny person, there is some kind of… spiritual loss, I guess. I don’t know how else to explain it. It’s a little hard to get my head around the idea that I was pregnant, but nothing was there. Why was nothing there? What did I do? It was fertilised, ready to go… but stopped… to carry it any longer could only mean disaster… but there was nothing anyone could do. As I said, I know the answers, but sometimes…
But we’re okay. My husband is strong, my hero, my rock. I hope I am the same for him. We’ve just been holding each other a lot lately, smiling at each other, keeping each others chins up. And sometimes, just crying a little together.
And we will keep trying someday - I’m not afraid. We’re not holding out for the “perfect time”, either. I’m not getting any younger. Barring any accidents, we’ve already decided that we’re going to take that leap in a year, no matter what. At first, my husband was insistent that we get into our house first, but we can’t wait on that forever, and there are no guarantees we’ll get our house soon (we’re being handed a home in a very nice neighbourhood; we still have to pay for it, but we need to wait for it - it could be one year, it could be five). We’ve decided that even if we’re just in a two bedroom apartment or condo (which we plan on getting ASAP), we’re going to start trying. The only thing we’re really waiting for is my gallbladder surgery.
I think we’re going to be all right.