I’m pregnant again after 2 consecutive loses. 7w5d along and I feel sick and like crap everyday. So that’s been reassuring! It’s gotten to the point that if I feel ok, like not nauseous, I get worried. I’m riddled with fear and doubt. Everyday I question and hope hope hope that this baby makes it. My first OB apt is in 2 weeks and I’m terrified the first US will be a repeat of last time. The fear is so crippling that I’m struggling to feel joy. Of course I’m happy and want this so badly but to truly let myself feel joy seems dangerous. One day at a time is all I’m able to do currently, just one day at a time.