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I had one strange experience with a lovely friend who was a psychic. It was a beautiful day and she suggested taking my hand and telling me if it was a boy or a girl. I was 9 weeks pregnant and just beginning to show, I couldn't wait to hear what she would say. She took my hand and the smile totally left her face. She dropped my hand and said, well, it's difficult sometimes. And then she told me a long and very sad tale about her own miscarriage many years ago. I'm sure she knew somehow.
And so the tale winds to its inevitable end. We went away for the weekend to stay with Kat's sister and husband. I was 12 weeks to the day and felt like celebrating, although there was a nagging doubt - why did my morning sickness disappear so suddenly at 10 weeks? I remember sitting on the sofa and she asked how we were and Kat just blurt out "We're pregnant!" He was so excited. We went out for the evening and had a great time. When we got back I felt really tired and the other 3 decided to have a drink. So I said I'd go to bed.
I went to the bathroom and as I walked back to the bedroom there was a Whoosh and blood just flooded everywhere. I was absolutely soaked. I had no idea what to do, but grabbed some towels and tried to stench the flow. I sat on the loo and was horrified at the amount that went down there. I knew what was happening, but I somehow kept thinking it might not be, it might not be. I could hear them all laughing downstairs and I stood for some seconds knowing that I was about to ruin everything. I staggered down the stairs, trying not to make too much of a mess and put my head round the door. "Kat," I said, "Something terrible has happened. I need help."
