Labor Day 2009: Expected due date for our first pregnancy. Labor Day, get it -- I think it's cute. Til it's not.
Labor Day week 2010: Expected due date for pregnancy #3.
Labor Day weekend 2011: Spent on the couch cramping and bleeding, having miscarriage #6.
Good times.
Actually, I'm relieved that this one timed the way it did. I'd much rather be hiding out at home over a long weekend, then trying to navigate work and other commitments while WEARING A F*ING PAD. Seriously, the whole "no tampon" thing is kind of ridiculous. I have one cute black poofy skirt that got me through Friday, not sure what the hell I'm going to wear to work tomorrow. I may have to breakdown and go back to tampons, but the whole endometritis thing has left me pretty paranoid about infection. I'm trying to rationalize that my low betas means this is basically just a superduper period, right?
Anyway, I spent the weekend not feeling great and catching up on entire seasons of TV shows in the hidden corners of my DVR. I've worked hard to stay strong this pregnancy, but something about being curled up in the fetal position cramping like hell brings on the wallowing, so I allowed myself a good little pity party.
I also started getting my act together with my records and paperwork for some new consults. I also got myself thoroughly freaked out and overwhelmed starting to look into adoption.
Not feeling very confident about any of our options moving forward, but feeling the need to do something, and lay some groundwork for when we figure it out.
Keep on keepin' on...
