"What about a miscarriage? What do I look for?" I asked my doctor as I was leaving her office the morning I discovered I was pregnant. She never once brought it up. I almost forgot to. "Oh, right. Yes, that could happen. It does happen." She seemed uncomfortable. "There's about a 20 to 30 per cent chance it will happen. Call me if you have intense cramping with bleeding at the same time. Some spotting is normal, as is some cramping. But they shouldn't happen together." Later when I told my girlfriend how much that stat had terrified me -- 20 to 30 per cent -- she laughed it off. "No, that means there's a 70 to 80 per cent chance it WON'T happen! You have to think of it that way." So I did. I knew friends of friends who'd had miscarriages, but it wouldn't happen to me.
30-something lawyer / writer who hopes to one day be best friends with Tina Fey and Beyoncé..
Meg Broadbent is a feminist insomniac who loves cheeseburgers, being on vacation, and equal rights. A lawyer by day, she spends her evenings contemplating the injustices of the world and drinking negronis. She currently lives in Toronto with her new trophy husband, and has no dogs or cats that she is aware of.
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