After my second miscarriage, I was finally able to start taking the progesterone tablets I had been prescribed. I found it helpful to wait a couple of months before trying again to regain a bit of equilibrium and then went for it, feeling strangely vindicated by my second miscarriage – I wanted to shout, ‘SEE… Continue reading P is for progesterone
A few weeks ago I was able to meet up with a friend of mine who is originally from Germany, to help me decipher the letter my GP surgery received from the hospital after I had my first miscarriage in Frankfurt. We were revisiting it as now I am on my third miscarriage, the doc… Continue reading Learning from a three-year-old
Knowing I was pregnant for the second time, I tried to remain hopeful. I was worried though that another miscarriage was inevitable as I had yet to start taking progesterone tablets to sort out my short luteal phase. Sure enough, six weeks in and I started bleeding again. This time I felt something come away.… Continue reading The second loss
We had a day out to a theme park this weekend. It was planned for a while but an impromptu piss up at the local pub meant that husband talked shit for an hour and a half on the journey there whilst also trying not to be sick and playing inappropriate hip hop on the… Continue reading Hungover husband plus theme park and toddler = bickerfest
After my first miscarriage in Frankfurt, we waited a few months to start trying again. In the meantime, I started to push for more attention to be given to my short luteal phase, which I was convinced could be a cause of my fertility and miscarriage issues, with the low progesterone indicated by the luteal phase… Continue reading Finding a listening ear
So I had the results back from my blood tests checking for blood clotting issues and thyroid problems and they are all clear. Which is good, but no further along in finding a reason for my miscarriages. I now need to book in for a progesterone test and will be able to do that in… Continue reading A good news day
Doubled up on the floor in my hotel room, I knew that things were getting really bad. I tried to have a shower to make myself feel better and remember saying out loud ‘hold on, hold on’ but I knew it wasn’t meant to be. I had to ring my boss then and say I… Continue reading Frankfurt Part 2
My first miscarriage happened just on the 11-week mark in June 2011. It was great timing as I was on a weekend press trip to Frankfurt with my male boss. Yay! He did know I was pregnant, which made it marginally less awkward but no less surreal. I got off the plane and into the… Continue reading Frankfurt Part 1
So the doc has referred me to the local fertility consultant, which may take three months, and then he can refer me to a recurrent miscarriage clinic if needed. So it’s wait and see. My husband looked after our nearly three-year-old whilst I went, but he saved weeing into his box of cars for when… Continue reading Testing, testing…
Back to 2011, and having charted for a few months, the inkling that my luteal phase may be a bit short was something I hadn’t yet voiced. First things first, I decided I should visit the GP as we had not become pregnant and it had been over a year. At this point I was… Continue reading Is day 21 really the right time?
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