I spent a few hours at the emergency room last night. They confirmed I am having a miscarriage. I was hysterical for a while. Inconsolable. I am heartbroken. This is the 4th in a row. I am blessed with one very beautiful and healthy daughter. But there has been no explanation why I cannot carry a pregnancy to term the last few times. I will see my ob/gyn next week, maybe he can figure out what is wrong this time.
I am having a really bad week.


UDPATE..UPDATE..UPDATE..

I see the DR first thing in the morning. Feels like my guts are falling out. Actually, it feels mostly like I am in early stages of labor. I even get the fun of back labor, without the joy of a new baby at the end. I am not hysterically crying now, but still working through the grief. There is hope and light at the end of this. But I reserve the right to extend my pity party until the contractions and need for maxi pads is over.