Everyone is Knocked Up

First it was coping with the miscarriage, and now it's coping with the two week wait... while EVERYONE around me is having babies or getting knocked up.

If I could count the number of friends/relatives/coworkers/acquiantances who are pregnant, I think I would die. And as each day passes, it gets harder and harder.

Not only that, but EVERYONE on Facebook (yes, I'm in my upper 20s and have a Facebook account) either has status updates about being pregnant (or their wife being pregnant) or pictures of their growing belly or newly born baby. Every day I tell myself to get rid of Facebook because I can't stand to look at everyone's happiness, while I feel completely and utterly depressed. Why don't I get rid of my Facebook account, you ask? Because I'm addicted to playing Scrabble and I couldn't fathom getting through the work day without it. Priorities, people.

The only comfort I've found in dealing with everyone's pregnancy is that God has a plan and there's a reason that I lost my baby and that I don't have another miracle growing in me yet.

How do you cope with your loss or TTC when everyone around you is pregnant?

Want to Add to Our Family

Welcome, readers. I have no idea what I'm doing with this blog... have no idea how to write a blog... have no idea how to set up a blog... but I figured it's the best way to get my thoughts written down so they're not always in my head. Plus, I figured there are others out there who can relate.

Here's my story... my husband and I decided in August '08 that we were going to try for a baby. We got pregnant in September; I received a BFP on Sept. 29. From then on, I was ecstatic. I knew it could take a year or longer to get pregnant, but it only took us one month!

Weeks went by until I was able to see my doctor (she didn't want to see any pregnant patients until they were 8-10 weeks along). I saw her when I was 9.5 weeks. Everything was "good" according to her -- although, she did no ultrasound and we couldn't hear the baby's heartbeat on the doppler (she said this was normal at my stage of pregnancy).

It turned out, when I was 11.5 weeks pregnant, I started bleeding and began to miscarry. Once I was in the ER, I was told my baby was not alive and s/he died at only 6 weeks. Had my doctor had the appropriate equipment in her office, I would've known this 2 weeks prior and wouldn't have thought I was only a few short days away from my second trimester and getting rid of the fear of losing my baby.

That all happened in November and my husband and I started trying again in January. It's now June 3 and still no BFP (and I was due June 7 with my first baby, so you can imagine the week I'm having).

Feel free to use this blog as a site to vent or be upset or offer advice to me or anyone else who may read it.