Those 24 hours I spent convinced I was pregnant seem earlier this week seem a) a very long time ago and b) really stupid! In my defense (isn’t it silly I feel the need to explain) at this point in our journey to have children, I’m aware of what’s the norm for my body in the run up to a period. I haven’t even held a tiny hope of natural conception for some time now. But this time seemed to exactly echo the symptoms I encountered when I actually was pregnant. What a cruel trick for my body to play.
Within hours of my last post, I started spotting – always a prerequisite to getting my period – which has carried on since that point and now I’m at the point of almost getting my period properly. Yay 😤
So today, I have an appointment with my acupuncture lady, I’m going to go to the gym and call the assisted conception unit and let them know I’ll be in to see them next week.
I’ve been very grumpy over the last few days, poor old Mr Hasdogswantshumans is on eggshells, bless him.
Least we can get cracking with this third and final NHS funded cycle – the joys of those needles – but hey, if it gets us a baby, I’m ALL IN 💯