After experiencing a miscarriage on my birthday in August, we were so excited to be pregnant again with an August baby. It seemed a fitting "apology" from the universe. We saw it made it to my uterus this time and even had a heartbeat at six weeks! Today we had our ten-week appointment, only our baby wasn't visible via abdominal ultrasound. After doing a transvaginal, we discovered it stopped growing shortly after we saw it. It didn't measure a mm in difference. I had cramps during week seven — strong enough ones that woke me up in the middle of the night. But since they were brief, I thought nothing of it. And I didn't experience any after that week. No bleeding. A missed miscarriage with my boobs still feeling tender.

I'm scheduled for a D&C; on Tuesday. I feel so empty, broken, frustrated and sad. Twice. TWICE.

It doesn't take me long to get pregnant. It just seems like my body quits after week six. My doctor offered to refer a fertility specialist. I'm considering it now, although at the time of finding out I could barely handle an intelligible conversation in my shock. Going to reach out to her again tomorrow or later this week. Heavy siiiiiiigh.