I think I miscarried today. I started my period two weeks early and it's really heavy. I would be three weeks pregnant. Since I've always been like clockwork, this is the logical explanation. These are normal and it doesn't mean I'll have trouble later on. (webmd says 90% of healthy women have miscarried at least once and gone on to have a healthy pregnancy - we know I'm capable of carrying a pregnancy to term - she's sleeping in the other room.)
It wasn't time. I had the IUD for over a year and this was the first full month of a normal cycle. My uterus didn't have time to get back to normal from it's previously thinned out state. There probably wasn't enough for the little embryo to latch on to. So, my body let it go.
I started having that heartburn stuff several days ago (during my trip) and I had WRETCHED heartburn when I was pregnant with Madison. (thought I was going to breathe fire some days.) I also know that on the plane ride back to Atlanta from D.C. Thursday morning, there was an infant that cried and cried and cried. It could have triggered a hormone surge that actually caused the miscarriage.
We'll never really know. I love you, Matt. With my whole heart (except the part that belongs to Jesus).
sigh*
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