Monday, September 5, 2011

It's Over, Folks

I am bleeding glorious red blood out of my hoo-ha. It started with a bit of spotting on Saturday afternoon, which I thought was strange seeing as how I had spent the day laying around doing nothing. It went away after a few hours and nothing happened on Sunday. Then this morning I woke up to pee and the thing we all fear when wiping happened.

I know it's not 100% confirmed, but I've been around this block a couple of times and I know what's happening.

Things are a bit different this time. Hubbs is with me, which is nice. I am upset, extremely upset, but not in total shock. I am not wasting my time googling "miscarriage" or sitting around in the ER waiting 5 hours for a doctor to tell me what I already know.

So I guess I'm part of the Triple Loser Club. Go me. Not sure where to go from here, but I guess we'll just have to keep going somewhere.


  1. Crap. I'm so incredibly sorry. My heart is breaking for you.
    I am however going to insist that you get your ass to the doc to confirm. I know this isn't your first rodeo, but you need to be monitored.
    I'm here if you need me. Don't forget that, ok? Email me with anything you need.
    Sending you humongous hugs from across the ocean!

  2. Well shit! I hate this for you, I'm so sorry!! And I hate saying that because I know everyone says that but dangit it's the best I got. I do totally agree that you need confirmation, maybe there is a test or something that can be run to help discern what is going on to cause this.
    Sending you great big virtual hugs and an even bigger virtual flask of scotch to take the edge off. (((hugs)))

  3. Damnit!! I am so sorry! I agree with everyone to please get checked and confirm.
    (((Huge Hugs))))

  4. Oh, no!!! I was so hoping that this is it for you... I don't know much about recurring loss, so can only offer you a virtual hug...

  5. I only have expletives . . . I am so sorry and frustrated for you. Hugs to you :)