Morning all
Nelix - you are making me blush
It wasn't such a good day yesterday. I've been warned to expect ups and downs, so have resolved to just wallow when I get the bad days at least for this week, in the hope I can get them out of my system.
The lunch was OK yesterday - well quite nice actually but then I wandered all round town looking for "something" to remember beanie by, as I couldn't get hold of the pudsey bear I wanted. This took ages and was quite sad - I felt a bit obsessive and odd, almost as if I was torturing myself by going into the ELC etc Couldn't find what I wanted, so visited the cathedral (a rare event for me) and lit a candle for Jools Jr - cue more floods of tears but I did find what I wanted on the way home - a grey floppy bunny that is my pressie to the baby and something to cuddle when things get too much.
I spent the evening wondering if I really could bear to go through 12 weeks of over-analysing every twinge and worrying about every smear of blood Not knowing when the baby died means I don't have a milestone to psychologically move past (apart from 11+4 when my world fell apart) I had NO bleeding apart from the teeniest of brown smears when I was around 7 weeks, so anything will worry me - am I strong enough ? I think I have to be, as it just feels like there is nothing in my future at the moment and nothing to work for / look forward to unless I try again.
Was trying to be positive today - got up when DP did and wanted to achieve stuff, but am still sat on the sofa in my dressing gown
must go and DO something useful !!