THIRD (FIFTH) TIME LUCKY

My first miscarriage was about 6 and a half years ago. I woke up in horrendous pain in blood soaked sheets in a Thái Hotel in Phuket. I remember standing in the shower with my amazing now-husband holding me for support while blood clots and what I now know to be foetal and uterine tissue washing down the drain. I thought I was having the worst period of my life. I had been on the pill to “help” my endometriosis and was pretty crap at taking it. Shortly after we got home is when I had my first inkling something was wrong with my bits and my UD diagnosis followed - along with the realisation that perhaps I had a miscarriage. A few years later, I had been routinely sick, tired and generally awful to be around (yes okay I’m always tired and awful to be around but this was different) so I took a test. The faintest pink line appeared, I assumed it was wrong (HA pregnant? Nope) and put it in the bin. That night, Thailand repeated itself. In 2016 husband and I made the decision to start trying, we were officially ready to make a baby. The doctors had always recommend with my condition seeking assistance if no success within 6 months rather than usual 12. Well after 6 months, still nothing and then finally about 9 months in I realised my period was late. I took a test and screamed and cried and felt happiness I had never experienced. We all know what happened next and then what happened again only 4 months later. April 2018 rolled around and we had a meeting with my specialist to discuss “next steps” which was inevitably IVF. We decided to wait till after our Vietnam holiday (I’m currently lying in bed in a hotel in Hanoi) and we would try one cycle and if that failed we would go down the surrogacy route. True to Lucy form, the next day I just had this feeling and took a test (7 days post ovulation like a retard, of course it would be negative, it’s too early) it was negative but I knew better. So the following day, 8 DPO I took another and there it fucking was. I was officially pregnant with Baby Ted. Fml. I’m going to have another miscarriage. It’s been the longest, hardest, best, scariest 4 months of my life. I’ve had horrendous all-day all-night sickness, a couple trips to hospital for IV Fluids but overall it’s been amazing. I’m still pregnant. I’ve been blessed with ultrasounds every 2-3 weeks and every time I get to see Ted, I thank my lucky stars for the incredible wee blessing and absolute miracle we have been given. We’re not finding out if Ted is a boy or a girl but either way it’s going to win a V8 Supercars Championship one day and will know the love, commitment and sheer effort that’s gone into bringing it into the world. Ted is due 12th Jan but we’re anticipating arrival anywhere after November - hopefully Mr Right Cervix continues cooperating and we can keep him/her up there as long as possible. Ted: Keep doing your thing babe and I’ll keep giving you solo and salt n vinegar chips xo