Three positive tests. Three beautiful little lines and I was stupid enough to sit here and wonder whom you may be.. Those three lines were lies. I left the ER tonight. I have a vaginal prolapse at 21 years old. I need surgery to correct it. Due to a pelvic floor injury from delivering my daughter. I thought now that I had somehow carried one to term (5th pregnancy, deemed infertile at 16 due to pre E and PCOS) that it would be different. No one knows how or why she made it. My vagina is falling out, I am urinary incontinent for going on two years (LO is 19 months) and I am not pregnant, and I haven’t been in a long while. I am a failure. The intrusive thoughts are real tonight. They’re mean, nasty and cruel.