The last time I was pregnant I found out that we had a blighted ovum at 11 weeks. My OB didn't want to see me until 12 weeks because of my age. In fact, the first thing he said to me when we did the office pregnancy test and it came back + was " the miscarriage rate is very high in your age range" I think I was 36, "so lets just see how this progresses and come back at 10 or 11 weeks". I miscarried on July 4th. He was nowhere to be found.
This time round I see dancing babies, BABIES, and have barfed my way around NYC. This time my doctor is on me like white on rice. This time I feel that each day is a gift, albeit a pukey one! On days like this, when I don't feel terrible, I can imagine why women like being pregnant!!