I am an Infertile. This doesn't happen. Plus I am 42, hell, I am almost 43.
I have no idea what is going on. All the forms for my new OB (I am following Dr. Glenda the Good Witch to her new practice) keep asking for my last period date. Who knows? Who cares? Who tracks that sort of thing when it just doesn't matter?
There is a near 50% chance of miscarriage at the age of 42. Funny, that is the exact number the article used to delineate when the Shit Show really kicks in.
I am going in tomorrow for an ultrasound. Hopefully they will be able to find a fetal pole. I haven't even allowed myself to hope for a heart beat. Plus I think it is too early - isn't that at 8 wks? Cannot remember.
I spent MONTHS accepting the fact we were to be a two child family. It was the hardest thing about donating my embryos, knowing I was shutting the door on any chance of ever having another child.
My embryo recipient family is also pregnant. 24 weeks. Sorry I forgot to announce that - I was filled with happiness, no regret or sadness. Whew. It is her family.
Think of me tomorrow, will you?