OH Belle...i know exactly how hard that must have been for you. When i was pg, my gp thought i was 10wks. At that stage we were living in Melb, and when i rang my mum to tell her, she told me to come home for a week to spend some time with her...which i did. She was so excited about becoming a Nanna, that she told everyone (she didn't mean to, but she couldn't help herself). Whilst i was there i started spotting and went to see my old gp and he sent me for an ultrasound to check things out. During the ultrasound they told me that i was only 5.6 wks pg and that everything seemed okay.

After me week with mum, DH came and picked me up and we went home. I was still bleeding, and after only a few days at home i ended up in Dandenong ER in the middle of the night and I m/c. DH rang my mum in the morning to tell her, and we decided to go back up there for a few days to try and get our heads around everything. BIG MISTAKE. I walked up the street one day, and being my home town, everyone knew me and i was getting congratulations left right and centre. It was so hard telling people that i had actually lost the baby.

We are living back here now, and even sometimes now, i get people say to me, oh...how are your kids? and i'm like...i don't have any, and they say 'oh but we heard you were pg'..and i have to tell them again....

Sometimes i just want to go somewhere where no one knows me, but i know that that isn't an option either....so chin up honey....you're a very strong woman, and you can get through this and very soon you'll have your own little bubba in your arms and that is all that counts.