But that's the term I heard again and again in the emergency room when I had a miscarriage recently.
Failed pregnancy. Geez, you might as well sit in the corner with a dunce hat on while a doctor scolds your reproductive system.
"Bad uterus. You're a very naughty little uterus, aren't you?"
At least I'm luckier than a friend of mine whose doctor told her to go home and have a drink to celebrate not being pregnant after her miscarriage.
Then there's my cousin, who had a hospital nurse yell across the room, "Don't worry -- it was just a bad egg."