Not Full Term... or Halfway.

Sometimes I get so focussed on my first miscarriage, that I 'forget' the second one. I say forget loosely, since of course I'll never FORGET, but you know... I get so easily distracted.

Like today, for instance. I saw a post from a friend who got pregnant around the same time as me for the second pregnancy, and she's halfway along now. Halfway! My mind has been so wrapped up on the whole 'I would have been full term' thing, that it totally skipped my mind that the second pregnancy/miscarriage would have been closer to the end as well.

That really hurts.

To be sitting here all this time later, and still with no baby in my belly... this really sucks. Today sucks.


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9 comments:

Rebecca said...

Miscarriage does suck. Sorry for your losses.

Journeywoman said...

Miscarriage sucks large.

Hugs.

Christy said...

those are the hardest days. Our miscarriage was in 2010 and I have a friend who was due around the same time. Her son just turned 4, I can't believe I could have had a four year old right now.

I'm sorry about your MC, they are absolutely cruel.

Kate said...

miscarriage totally sucks. not only for the loss suffered by the mother (I had a friend who was three weeks behind my pregnancy when I miscarried, and so at every point in her pregnancy I was reminded of where I would be, plus 3 weeks...) but we're then not expected to be affected by it for more than, oh, say a few weeks...

I'm so sorry for your loss...

Sarah Loomes said...

I'm so sorry Aly xx

Liz said...

I'm sorry mama. Miscarriage is so, so hard! ((Hugs))

ADSchill said...

Thinking of you. I'm sorry.

ADSchill said...

Thinking of you. I'm sorry.

Ryanne said...

I'm so sorry Aly. :( I had a similar thing happen recently when a friend posted her 19 week bump picture on FB and I realized that I "should have been" just a couple of weeks ahead of her. I saw how I would look, realized that I would have known whether I was having a boy or a girl...that was so hard. Even though I'm happy for my friend and love her dearly, the reminder of what I am still missing out on just hurt my heart. Those things are what make this so hard. Life goes on, and our losses get forgotten by the world. I hate that so much.





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