It's day 2 of my cycle, 3 days since we had out
(I'm not actually counting the day since then, its amazing what you can find on the internet. Look, I was born 11839 days ago.)
I would have been around 14 weeks now. But it's best not to think about that.
Since New Year I have been filling my days with plans and lists. Working on written assignments for my shiatsu course, talking about shiatsu on Facebook and Twitter, and laying the ground work for a therapy business I can't start yet. I can keep my mind busy, I just wish I could motivate myself to keep my body busy. There is the BIG list of things that need to be done in the house and garden. But it's been a bit too cold to get in the garden.
Yesterday I was going to paint the fence, and then I woke up to snow!
Our follow up appointment went as I expected. Good we got pregnant, embryos failed to grow, early miscarriage, no real explanation for this. Good quality embryos. Very good transfer. Yes to endometrial scratch this time - I was surprised he agreed to that - I'm booked in for 3rd Feb.
I'm fairly sure that why I've had a cry today. It's coming, and it will also all be over soon.
307 days since my first ever injection of suprecur.