No, I'll have to tell him tonight, once kids are in bed.
There was the slightest bit of colour, really really really feint, proper hold it up to light to see feint. I think I know what it means though.
Just have no idea what we're going to do. I've said before that unlike at any other point in my life I would have to consider a termination (anyone feel offended by this sort of chat, just let me know and I'll keep it to myself) but the actual thought of doing it, I'm just not sure I could swallow a tablet, and then another, knowing that it would kill a baby, our baby. And thinking of it as a bunch of cells, not a baby doesn't work, think I am too conditioned to think pregnancy = baby.
But there are so many reasons why a baby would be just un-doable. Not least the pregnancy, my body only just managed to keep M alive, it stopped feeding him, how the hell would I relax at all knowing that any point my body just thinks 'sod this for a game of soldiers' and gives up again? What if we go through all of this and then end up with, well the un-thinkable. And what would that do to the kids? What's it going to do to them anyway? I'd have 3 under 3, I couldn't be a good mum to them all all the time, I bloody struggle now, add another baby in the mix...
But then I find myself putting dates into a due date calculator and looking at MC to see if there have been any advancements in twin buggies (yes, seriously), wondering boy/girl... and then end up thinking fuckshitbollocksfuckityfuck.
Sorry everyone, am ranting like a good'un today!