I had two pregnancy losses before I got married. I had two more in the first few years after I got married. After eight years we finally gave up and decided to buy motorcycles and try to enjoy being childless as much as possible. A few weeks after that I got pregnant and my son is now four. I got pregnant again two years later and he is now almost 2. I thought we were past all the heartache and problems.
I have always wanted a big family and it finally seemed like it was finally going to happen. Then my husband decided he didn't want any more and I was heartbroken. He never even discussed it with me...he just started telling people we were done having kids because I was so emotional and mean during my second pregnancy. I got pregnant while using protection in April and was terrified to tell him. When I did he was as excited as I was! Two days after I found out I started bleeding. I went to the doc and they confirmed that I had indeed been pregnant and that I had lost the baby. They told me to wait six to eight weeks before trying again.
After waiting for eight years for the first one and the second one taking four months of charting and trying we didn't bother to use any protection and withing 2 1/2 weeks I conceived again. At first I didn't realize I was pregnant and thought I had a urinary tract infection. I went to the doctor and they told me I was pregnant. I was excited but scared too. They did a quantitative hCG test and said that there might be something wrong. They did an ultra sound but it was too early to see anything. The next few weeks everything seemed fine and I kept thinking to myself,"Of course everything will be fine! God couldn't possibly be that cruel." I started spotting this last Friday and having mild cramps but my doc closes early on Fridays so I went to the ER. They did another hCG test and an ultra sound and said that there was no heart beat and it looked like there was something wrong with the baby anyway. I didn't have any real pain or bleeding until this morning...and this afternoon I passed everything.
My heart is broken and I am pissed off at myself for believing and at God for letting me down. My husband said,"At least we have two that we never thought we would have!" I told him I love my kids, but I refuse to be grateful that I have two out of EIGHT of my babies here on Earth with me.
I want to bring up trying again with my husband, but I am too dang chicken. The bottom line is, I am NOT done having babies!!! But what if God and/or my husband decide otherwise?
I know this is long, and I don't expect anyone to read all the way through it or comment.....I just needed to put what I was feeling into words.