Having been to see the midwives, we were both feeling pretty happy with the way things were going and looking forward to getting to the point of being able to tell everyone. I have banged on about this a little in my previous posts, and it should be obvious that we're looking forward to it.
Later on that day I received an email that really blew the wind from my sails. A very good mate of mine wrote to tell us that his wife had been pregnant but suffered an ectopic pregnancy. She had lost the baby and, losing four pints of blood into her stomach, nearly died herself. Obviously that of itself is really horrible and not what you'd wish on your worst enemy and we both felt completely gutted for them. With K___ being pregnant, we're obviously very tuned in to anything pregnancy-related right now plus we're right in there with the emotions that go with it.
There's also another thing. They were pre-twelve weeks and, like us, hadn't told people outside a few family. My friend said they "were going to leave it a few more weeks" before they told anyone. Obviously there's no way of knowing exactly, but clearly their pregnancy would have been due within a maximum of a few weeks of ours.
Shortly, we're going to want to announce our news to the world, something we'd quite naturally been hugely looking forward to. Now there's an element of sadness attached to it, because we know that we're going to have to tell our friends and we have no way of knowing how they will feel about it. It would be entirely understandable if they weren't particularly overjoyed at the news. I'm sure they'll be delighted for us, but we would still obviously rather the announcement didn't make them think of their own bad news.
The one bit of good news for our friends is that the doctors don't think it should greatly affect their chances, should they choose to try again, but it would be crassly insensitive not to acknowledge they may not be in party mode over this. We're going to have to play this one by ear.
Later on that day I received an email that really blew the wind from my sails. A very good mate of mine wrote to tell us that his wife had been pregnant but suffered an ectopic pregnancy. She had lost the baby and, losing four pints of blood into her stomach, nearly died herself. Obviously that of itself is really horrible and not what you'd wish on your worst enemy and we both felt completely gutted for them. With K___ being pregnant, we're obviously very tuned in to anything pregnancy-related right now plus we're right in there with the emotions that go with it.
There's also another thing. They were pre-twelve weeks and, like us, hadn't told people outside a few family. My friend said they "were going to leave it a few more weeks" before they told anyone. Obviously there's no way of knowing exactly, but clearly their pregnancy would have been due within a maximum of a few weeks of ours.
Shortly, we're going to want to announce our news to the world, something we'd quite naturally been hugely looking forward to. Now there's an element of sadness attached to it, because we know that we're going to have to tell our friends and we have no way of knowing how they will feel about it. It would be entirely understandable if they weren't particularly overjoyed at the news. I'm sure they'll be delighted for us, but we would still obviously rather the announcement didn't make them think of their own bad news.
The one bit of good news for our friends is that the doctors don't think it should greatly affect their chances, should they choose to try again, but it would be crassly insensitive not to acknowledge they may not be in party mode over this. We're going to have to play this one by ear.
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