So, here we go again.
Another positive pregnancy test, another bout of excitement, another heartbreaking disappointment.
The third miscarriage means there's something wrong.
There's something wrong.
My hubby and I got quite excited with the news of my third pregnancy. I think maybe because it meant one of two things:
1. We would get our baby
2. We would get help
We called this one 'Sticky'. It wasn't. For us, sadly, it's option two.
On my last visit to my wonderful doctor, she said that if this happened again, she would send us to a specialist. I love my doctor - she is so thorough and holistic, but unfortunately that means everyone else loves her too. I have to wait almost three weeks since this miscarriage to see her. It's a painful wait after 8 months of trying already. But, it will come. I am really looking forward to it. I very much hope that any tests we have done actually give us some answers. Of course, there's always the chance they won't, but I won't think about that just yet.
I have also started investigating natural therapy options. I searched forums on the internet for recommendations and made a shortlist of three. One of those three was brought up in conversation when I was out having a lovely brunch with three of my lovely friends (and one gorgeous 2 week old baby). So I've found my natural therapist. I'm so glad that both my friends and my husband are so supportive of anything I want to do. It makes a world of difference.
So to my friends and husband - thank you.
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