Ugh, I hate you! Particularly Uncle Crampy . . . he is really doing a number on me this time. So my second post m/c AF arrived on Monday . . . and I have been suffering with Uncle Crampy ever since. Today AF has had a lot of clots - big ones that like to gush out whenever I stand up. Sorry if this is TMI, but it is the reality of a miscarriage - that there are physical effects that last long after the m/c . . . and I was only 8 weeks, I cant imagine how it is when you are farther along. I have been suffering physically - during the m/c itself I had the usual cramps and passage of tissue, but also after spending 20 minutes or so on the toilet at 3am passing tissue I just started to feel weak - so I curled up in a ball right on the bathroom floor and just whimpered. DH was still sleeping through all of this (lucky him) . . . but I was there for like 5 minutes or so, then the cramping kinda faded and I got so unbelieveably cold - it wasnt that cold, but I was colder than I had ever been before - and it was a different kind of cold - like a cold in your core vs cold on the outside because of the air, etc. So I crawled back into bed and this woke DH up so I told him I was cold and he came over, covered me and warmed me with his body heat.
I didnt mean for this to turn into an account of my miscarriage, but it just kindof came out as I started typing . . .
I was trying to say that this AF is worse than the first post mc AF. Last time the first post mc AF was the worst . . . but lets hope that it just means I am getting a good cleaning . . . .or that AF is kicking and screaming because she knows she wont be back for awhile.
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