Did you ever see that movie Bedazzled with Brendan Fraser? Maybe not, it's kinda dumb.
Anyway, he makes a deal with the devil (Elizabeth Hurley) to sell his soul for some wishes. The problem is that he'd say, "I want to be rich", and she'd make him rich, but also a cartel drug dealer jerk with a cheating wife and a bunch of people that want to kill him. Not exactly what he had in mind. I feel like that's kind of what happened with my wish. I just wanted to be pregnant so bad that I didn't follow through with the rest of the wish. I should have said I want to get pregnant and have a healthy baby, even though like I said, I thought that part was implied.
As far as coping goes, I think I'm doing pretty good. I can talk about the miscarriage, or babies/pregnancy in general, without bursting in to tears. I kind of feel like I went back to my old, pre-pregnancy self. I think I've spent so much of my life not pregnant, that it feels more normal to me to not be pregnant than to be pregnant. I actually feel kind of guilty that I don't feel worse about it all. Is it weird that I haven't crawled into bed for a month unable to move? I feel like I should feel worse...
As far as my specific case, I think it also helped in a way that we never saw a heartbeat, and got really attached to the idea that a real live baby was growing inside me. I knew pretty early on that things were up in the air as far as whether we'd actually have a successful pregnancy or not, so I was preparing fairly early on for things to take a turn for the worse if it came to that.
Still, as well as I'm doing, I have moments when I get sad and disappointed about it. I've been gravitating towards sad-ish music on my playlists lately, and spend time in the car thinking about it when I'm alone. I went for a run today and that actually dredged up quite a bit of thought on everything, because running is so introspective when you do it alone.
I had my follow-up doctor's appointment this week and the doctor (the same one that did my surgery) was great, as usual. He gave me his "pep talk" on trying again and encouraged me to. I actually don't need a pep talk though. I definitely plan to try again. I think part of why I'm not sitting around sad all the time is that I'm more determined than sad as the underlying emotion towards trying to have a baby. I just hope our second time around goes better than this time.
The hard part about trying again is not knowing what went wrong the first time. I guess there really is no explanation. The doctor said it I had pregnancy tissue, but that he couldn't tell what went wrong. I'm just hoping my body was all confused since it was my first time and is now like, "Ohhhhhh, that's what you were trying to do! Okay, got it now. Let's do this!" After all, I waited almost 33 years to get pregnant, so it's not out of the realm of possibility that my body didn't know what to do right away. It's not like everyone can just get on a bike and ride...
I've talked to quite a few people about the miscarriage. I would say that more people have told me that they, or their wife- if it's a guy, have had a miscarriage than not, which I guess is sort of surprising to hear how common it is. Yesterday I told two guys at work that knew I was pregnant and they both immediately said they've been through it (they both went on to have 2-4 kids each). I've been finding this is the case with so many people I've talked to, and though it's a sad topic, there definitely is comfort in knowing I'm not alone, and better still, that people are still successful at conceiving again and having babies even after a miscarriage. That's really, really good news.
The sad part in talking with other people who have been through it is hearing how hard it's been for some of them.
Like I said, I feel like I've coped relatively well. I haven't lost my determination (I'm a stubborn Taurus after all) to get pregnant again, and this isn't something that's going to keep me on the sidelines. I am planning to get back out there and try when we can (in two cycles if you are wondering). For me, keeping busy, being social, and trying find myself again has helped me more than laying in bed with the covers pulled up hiding from it all. Talking about it and blogging about it has helped lots too.
I think the other thing that's been hard for me to accept was that I had this huge hunch that I would be a pregnancy rock star. I don't think I'm exceptional at a ton of things (even though I know I'm good at a lot of things), but I just thought I would ROCK at being pregnant and carrying a baby to term and would soar through it with flying colors and no issues, and letting that go has been hard for me. I just figured that I was healthy, a good weight for pregnancy, and I had great genes to be great at being pregnant from my mom. To have the whole thing crash and burn so miserably was a huge disappointment when I'd pictured it going so well for so long. It's been pretty humbling that I didn't get pregnant right away and that I couldn't carry the first pregnancy to term.
So that's where I'm at on everything. Still determined, still pretty hopeful, and just trying to keep trucking along with this journey while I'm back in my holding pattern...
