My husband and I weren't TTC, but we weren't preventing it either. We figured if it happens, it happens; if it doesn't it doesn't. We're both in our 30's...I'll be 31 next week and he just turned 38. Neither one of us ever thought we'd get married, let alone have kids. But then we met each other, and 3 years later here we are still perfect for each other.
A week and a half ago I peed on a stick and it was positive. Out of 6 daughters and a very close group of girls that have been friends for over 2 decades, I'm the only one that's childless; so I've been through almost everything you can imagine when it comes to pregnancy (without actually being pregnant). So it didn't worry me too much when I started spotting on the morning of my first Dr's appointment. The Dr didn't seem to be worried either. By the end of the evening I had miscarried. My husband took it harder than I thought he would. It's the only time I've ever seen a tear almost come to his eye. He's a hardened Marine, it's one of the reasons I love him so much.
I'm more hurt for my husband than I am for myself or the loss itself. He must have really got into the idea of being a father because he wants to actually try now. We never told anyone we were pregnant, never said anything about the miscarriage either. I don't want the constant inevitable questions from the people in my life, but I had to tell someone. Thanks for listening.