The realness of early pregnancy and loss #Families#Tough Stuff#infertility#miscarriage#pregnancy July 25 2018 | Guest post by Kae Pat Mommy Of An Angel | Memorial Gift fromHoney Thorns My pregnancy was real. Really brief. Really scary. Really exciting. Really surprising. Really sad. Really hopeful. Really exhausting. There were three emotional weeks between the moment I saw two lines on a pregnancy test in my bathroom at 4am and the moment an ultrasound confirmed we'd lost it. This wasn't our first pregnancy, but it was our first since knowing the pain of losing one. We were scared and sad from the start that we might lose it, yet we were hopeful this might finally be our time. For us, not conceiving was far less devastating than having a miscarriage. Three weeks of knowing I was pregnant. Six weeks and change gestation, as the doctors in the USA calculate these things in terms of one’s last menstrual period. We were excited and surprised — it had taken us two long years to get pregnant again. Not conceiving had become the status quo. Sure, not conceiving was disappointing, but it was also predictable. I could plan for it by buying tampons; washing my Diva cup, stocking up on naproxen sodium. As much as we wanted to be pregnant, there was some comfort in not being pregnant. It was familiar territory. For us, not conceiving was far less devastating than having a miscarriage. I know for some struggling to conceive, seeing others pregnant can be triggering. For me, being pregnant was triggering. So while the news of this pregnancy was met with joy and wonder, it was also met with sadness. Sadness that we couldn't predict the future; grief for the baby we should already have with us. That was real. I cried a lot the first couple of days. Maybe it was the hormones? Related Post "I don't think I'll stop feeling scared and apprehensive": pregnancy after multiple miscarriages With the help of some recent high profile announcements we're starting to get better at talking about miscarriage, but when you clock three in a... Read more The hormones, those were real. My doctor would call my loss a biochemical pregnancy. Yes, blood tests and my doctor had confirmed that my levels of the hCG hormone had risen initially, indicating that I WAS pregnant. But since I can't conclusively say that I passed a gestational sac and none appeared on the ultrasound, I didn't fall into the category of what is medically called a clinical pregnancy. It felt like a cruel trick to hear this. The last time I miscarried, the process was long, painful, and involved an IV and prescription pain meds. This time felt like a period. Had I really been pregnant? Could I really grieve? Just because it was a biochemical pregnancy doesn't mean my womb was always empty. My pregnancy was real. Despite my fears, I tried to embrace it. I reasoned that even if my pregnancy was short-lived, or perhaps especially if it was short-lived, I needed to enjoy the moments while I could. I read pregnancy books from the library, I looked at baby things on Craigslist and joked that my husband could "hear the cells dividing" if he put his ear to my belly. And those cells were growing, if only briefly. Just because they were never seen doesn't mean they weren't there. Just because it was a biochemical pregnancy doesn't mean my womb was always empty. We named my womb's latest resident "Lil Presi" since I was hiking in the Presidential Range of the White Mountain for most of his short life. I may never have been able to confidently believe we'd have a baby at the end of this pregnancy, but I sure was able to believe that this pregnancy was real. And I want others facing early pregnancy and/or early loss to know: it IS real. And so are all the emotions that go with it. Our society may shy away from discussing early pregnancy but it is so damn real. Don't let anyone tell you it's not. What's the best way to announce a new pregnancy after a miscarriage? I recently found out that I am pregnant. I had a very successful first pregnancy which resulted in a gorgeous daughter, and a second pregnancy, which I found out was… Read More Reporter Name * Reporter Email * Original text Enter the original text here. Edited text* Enter your suggested copyedit here. Notes You can add a note for the editor here. * Required information. Fix Typo Guest post written by Kae Pat Kae lives in the mountains of Vermont with her husband and piles of outdoor gear for rock climbing, canoeing, and skiing. When not teaching youngsters to follow in her adventurous footsteps, she enjoys knitting, eating ice cream with peanut butter sauce, and playing with her rabbit, Nosedive. https://sixw2s.wordpress.com/ PREVIOUS My same-sex marriage is as real as yours no matter what happens NEXT When it comes to harassment and abuse, are internal investigations enough? Show/Hide comments [ 3 ] I believe that I was pregnant in the beginning of March but by the time we trusted (what we thought at the time) unclear pregnancy tests, I started heavily bleeding. This was also during a really bad snow storm, so by the time I was able to get to a doctor to figure out if I was pregnant, miscarrying or what, nothing could be confirmed. "Unstable hormones." That's all they were able to tell me because I was never officially able to confirm I was pregnant in the first place. "Yay, we are pregnant" and "oh…maybe not…." in the span of about two weeks. And because I never got a confirmation either way and can only rely on my gut, I'm never sure I was/am "allowed" to grieve for something that may not have even been there. Your story helps. I'm sorry for your loss and I completely understand your feelings. Reply You. Are. Allowed. One thing I've learned over the last few years is that if you feel grief, you are allowed to grieve. Our society tells us that grief is costly. Costly for us, and, most of all, costly for the people around us. Therefore, we should spend our grief wisely. Grieve for the loss of very close family members and possibly friends ONLY. Listen, it's so, so much more costly if you don't grieve. You know what you know. You know you experienced loss, and you know you feel grief. Talk about it and feel it as much and as deeply as you need to. I'm so sorry for your loss, and I hope and pray that you allow yourself to grieve and, eventually, to begin healing. Reply I had a biochemical pregnancy following my first round of fertility treatments. It was horrible. I was pretty sure I was pregnant, and I got a message on my voicemail from the clinic on a Friday afternoon with the results of the bloodwork: you're pregnant but the hormone levels are such that we suspect you're losing it. Come back on Monday morning to confirm. I tried to call the office back to speak to a nurse, but they had closed early for their Christmas party. That weekend, my choir was singing an Advent Lessons and Carols service. At the dress rehearsal, when we had to sing "what tiny hands and oh, what tiny feet" I completely lost it. I was surrounded by love afterwards, and heard stories from other woman who had experienced the same thing. It was so healing. I hope you can find peace, too. Reply Join the conversation Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published. 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