This morning at 4.30am Mr Emu declared that a new pregnancy test should be made. Just for IVF patients. Instead of 2-3 weeks or a blue cross they should read: “Who f*cking knows”.
I’ve been spotting on and off since Thursday last week, with some bizarre very dark discharge after. Yesterday morning I had more than spotting, darker in pink and more of it. Some reassurance from the gorgeous ladies on here who help me off line, advice to stop my aspirin (from my clinic) until it’s stopped meant I headed home from work with no bleeding feeling a bit better, safe for some cramping.
Last night, I went to the toilet before bed. “Mr Emu!” I shouted. “Come upstairs. Look!” (**perhaps now is the time to tell you all I don’t call him Mr Emu except for on this forum though I quite like the idea of calling him that so he knows I’m shouting about something IVF related.**)
My pyjama bottoms had blood in them. Real blood. Period blood. And not a spot or two. My heart isn’t geared up for this. It categorically cannot leap in to my mouth every time I go to the toilet for 7 and a half more months.
We were due to take another test today. Because we are NOT serial testers and we promised we never would be. That went well! Even though I know the hormone lingers... it provides some reassurance. Today it hasn’t. It hasn’t jumped to 3+ this morning like I see other ladies do by now. It’s still 2-3.
I’m six weeks pregnant today. Already it feels like it’s over. I don’t feel reassured. I don’t feel like it’s working anymore. I know women bleed and I know if I was reading this what I would be saying. Giving advice it so much easier.
If anyone wants to invest in Mr Emu’s business venture. Do let me know. Typical Yorkshire man: always sees the opportunity to make money.
6 days to the scan. x