More gushing nosebleed fun today. At least it happened in the shower.
Feeling nauseated now. Bah.
I don't mind any of this, as long as there's a good reason behind it. For our purposes today, "good reason" will be understood as "embryo which has implanted properly in the uterus and plans to hang around for about 9 months".
Mr. December thinks "we" should POAS every morning so that we can tell what the sensitivity of the test actually is. I think he feels like the lines are holding out on us. Finally, he's in my corner. I never thought I'd see him squinting, tilting the test from side to side in the sunlight... but there he was this morning. My hero.
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Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.
2 comments:
Totally agree! Come ON! Maybe try a different brand of pee stick?
Well, take some iron if you are going keep bleeding out the nose and all, chicka.
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