I'm preparing myself for the worst. I know it could be nothing, but in the past when I've given myself false hope, I've been devastated by the outcome...not that a third miscarriage wouldn't be devastating with all the warning in the world. Somehow, I just imagine it would be easier to bear if I was expecting it, and it wasn't so freight-train-ish.
I keep thinking I pushed myself too hard. This must be the reason. I'm not resting enough. Maybe I'm out of good eggs. Maybe my body isn't meant to bear children. None of it is comforting, but being logical is the only recourse I have at this point.
We shall see. The worst part of this is that I have to see what the day to day results are. No beta testing means no hard results.
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i'm sending you as many peaceful vibes as possible! love you! xo!
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