After two losses this past year (Aug 2019 & March 2020) I’m really dreading this weekend. My second D&C occurred on my first due date, and now here I am still recovering from the emotion of it all. I’ve been so melancholy all week realizing that this Mother’s Day I should have had an 8wk old or at least been pregnant. Yet neither is the case. We started seeing a reproductive endocrinologist about a month ago and are just finishing up the initial testing, but damn I wish I could fast forward past this grief and arrive at another healthy pregnancy 😢