It's just one wait after another isn't it. I think it drives me to wish my life away like never before. Then when I get to that point I want anything else other than the time to come.
I am talking about the 2ww, then the second 2ww, then the 3rd, then what??? Tonight is the night before scan. The night before the end of the 3rd 2ww. I am so grateful to have got this far. I have never reached this far. I have also decided that I don't like scans. Don't get me wrong, I love them. When they show me what i want to see. I can't get enough of them. I would lie there with a dildo cam all day just to watch a blob within a blob and think I can see a heart beat.
But the night before, the night before and moments before are not my favourite time at all. Suddenly all the doubts, fears and anxiety come bubbling up and smash into my consciousness like a huge slap. Like the feeling that comes from having a bucket of iced water thrown over my head.
For everyone at any stage. Hang on in there.
Scan #3 tomorrow. I will be 7weeks and 7days. Here's hoping it's one of the good days where the feeling is of the sun shining on my face rather than the ice bucket!
Nothing else really, just wanted to share.... xx