On October 13th I finally made the decision to schedule a doctors appointment. Since September 8th I was on and off bleeding but I just assumed it was my hormones being out of wack because I did take plan b.
But October 13th was different I was sitting at the dining room table, working from home, when out of nowhere I was in w r i t h I n g pain. Horrible cramping and nausea, couldn’t stand on my own, but I still just thought I was being dramatic about my period (which now is ridiculous to think about, no one should ever be in that much pain)
October 14th I go in to get tests ran, thinking it’s PCOS or endometriosis, nope. I am about 6-9 weeks pregnant and my Fallopian tube was ruptured and my uterus was filled with blood and my pregnancy was ectopic.
So in less that 24 hours I had to mentally take in that I was pregnant, and I had to get surgery so I am not pregnant anymore.
I’m going to preference this as, I have never wanted children, and honestly I still don’t know if I do. But I am grieving this baby so badly but also just so confused because I never had time to form any sort of attachment to my pregnancy. It’s almost like I don’t feel as though I deserve to feel upset, because I am the one who always sworn up and down that I wouldn’t have kids. I guess I’m not sure how to explain it perfectly. I need some more time to take it all in, but I think the best way to put it is I feel guilty for being sad when so many other beautiful mothers are dealing with pregnancy loss of a baby that they planned. I feel like my sadness isn’t as justified.