Everybody needs a pair of trackies in their wardrobe and this is why.
It started with what was supposed to be a routine scan to see the heartbeat and check the baby was growing. However, this eight-week pregnancy scan said otherwise and I was told it was “inconclusive” about the viability of the pregnancy and had to wait another week to determine if the pregnancy was going to stick.
The lovely practitioner did not hold much hope as, in their words, at eight weeks “we would expect to see something”.
With that news, I was booked in for another scan 10 days later to confirm the viability of my pregnancy.
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So for 10 days I was feeling anxious, hopeful, sad and pessimistic and on the verge of tears every day. Despite this I continued to live by my mantra of ‘Put your best version of yourself out there every day’, because as a wardrobe cleanser and personal stylist that’s what I help people do.
I struggled! While I put on clothes that made me feel good, I felt equally as uncomfortable because I was in turmoil on the inside and I could not express this outwardly. It was suffocating.
On day 10 when I went for my scan I “put my best foot forward” again, and was delivered the expected but devastating news that I my pregnancy was not viable. I was booked in for a “procedure” the next day.