In the early stages of the grieving process I started to make myself feel better by thinking (irrational, unpromisable) things like "this won't happen to me again" and "everything will be fine next time...you already have one healthy baby"....
then one of my best friends who had a D&C last Thanksgiving and then shared with us she is pregnant again...is---you guessed it--having another m/c. She is a perfect specimen of health! Hasn't been overweight a day in her life (seriously if she wasn't such a sweetheart we couldn't be friends, haha--the woman never has a bad hair day even!) Makes me feel like there is no hope for the overweight diabetic high-risk person with the jerk of a cervix (me!). Not helping is that I have been eating my feelings and now am 6# up from my pre-pregnancy weight with my daughter. Seriously? Insult to injury. Self-injury.
Also one of my husband's cousins is expecting her first baby and they announced it on Facebook all cute with graphics and stationery and stars and hearts and baby carriages (and I totally am happy for them and want to stab my eyes out at the same time). Ugh!
Point being now that my little house of cards has fallen (and of course I feel terrible for my friend, too) I am decompensating a little bit. Unmotivated, tired, disconnected from things. But typing this out made me feel somewhat better. And knowing you're reading it makes me feel better too.
PS: All of the above is a TOTALLY INSANE response to "How are you doing?" so, I just say to people who I can't talk to, "Fine."
BFP #1: It's a GIRL!
DD born October, 2012
BFP #2: m/c at 7w, February, 2014
BFP #3: It's a BOY! Please be our rainbow! Due February, 2015*everyone always welcome*