I appreciate you, @Hawaii_Jake, and I appreciate this question.
I was thinking about going back yesterday to find the last installation to unload my feelings about what’s going on in my life, just because there are so many feelings that I need to scream, but I have to keep everything so bottled up in real life.
My husband is so sad and he feels like he can’t be open about it because it’ll hurt my feelings, and I want to spare his feelings so I won’t be open to him. And neither of us can be open with Ian because he’s eight and wouldn’t understand. He knows I’m “sick” and have been to the doctor twice, but apart from a “tummyache” he doesn’t know anything. I’ve never lied to him about something this big before, and he’s begged for a little brother or sister for years now, at least once a week.
Not that it’s anyone’s business, but since I have been so open about my desire to not ever be pregnant again, I want to say that I’ve never said I didn’t want more children. My desire to not be pregnant is based entirely around fear of repeating all the painful, life threatening complications I had in the past.
I love kids (especially after they’ve passed the toddler phase), and if I could order up a five year old right now, I’d totally do so.
Was I trying to be pregnant? No, not particularly. Was I more than happy to accept it? Yeah. That’s why I had a doctor’s appointment less than 48 hours later to find out how I could best maintain a pregnancy without nearly-dying again. And that’s where I got the news that there was a 50% chance I’d miscarry.
Hubby wanted me to be optimistic. I was tentatively so. His optimism was punished.
How am I, really?
I’m happy to have a friend like @cazzie, who sat up with me messaging back and forth about every feeling I had for hours and days, even while she’s battling illness herself. I’m so lucky to have someone that will go to bat for me against any slight to my emotions. She is family to me, and I love her dearly.
I’m glad to have a place to come to vent my emotions without causing pain to the people physically closest to me. And I’m beyond grateful at the support I received from nearly everyone.
If I can find a bit of optimism in this thread that went sideways in the exact way I’d hoped it wouldn’t, it would be that I am fortunate enough to know people who stick around through the fights and the bullshit to hear how everyone’s doing, really, on installation number 10 of this question.