I discovered I was pregnant early, as soon as it happened
really, I knew. I had had the sex, the
symptoms and then, after a week, the
positive test. I could barely believe
it. I was actually pregnant; I could fill a bag with the tests that I had
taken. I was SO tired it wasn’t funny and trying to pull a singlet down over my
boobs ? OUCH.
It was at the back of my mind every moment. My body was
telling me every moment. And I have
never been so happy. I was mindful that
that something could go wrong. But I was quietly confident. I’m healthy! I haven’t been on birth control! It
will be fine!
A doctors visit sent me away with a scan referral for when I
was six weeks and a congratulations. So positive. So great. Right.
Today, at 5 weeks pregnant, I wake up to a negative
pregnancy test and bad cramps, and spotting.
Its over. My heart aches. My body leaks what didn’t work.
I am… not anymore.
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