So my pregnancy didn’t go as planned and I will be adding my diary of events on my blog because I want to get it off my chest, and as it was a catalogue of disasters my record may (somehow, perhaps) help someone else, so please don’t read if they might be a trigger for you or if you prefer reading happier things. I will return to happy posts in-between. These posts will most certainly contain TMI.
And it starts here…
There is blood.
Not the usual sort and not much but it’s still there, something sort of, but in a weirder form.
The Husband is not alarmed.
The Bestie offers some theories.
I feel panicked and queasy.
I put myself to bed and fall asleep in half a second.
So I have spots, blood and milk. I am exhausted to the extent that I can’t even be bother to think.
The cause – something only a few weeks old and that, apparently, is the size of a poppy seed.
I wonder what it will be able to do by the time its 18 because it’s really clever so far!