Bugger. Today not a good day.
It was all going so well. I was calm. I was in control. Just waiting, no biggie. And then I went and started having bloody symptoms and now I'm a complete loon.
Friday (day 7 post egg collection) I had a little bit of pain. Yesterday unbelievbaly tired, proper heavy limbed fatigue and today ragingly, irrationally, unstoppably angry and depressed (what I like to call progesto-rage) This morning I picked had a huge fight with MrC that ended with me curled up like some kind of snarling, wild animal screaming
"STOP FUCKING RATIONALISING AND LOOK AFTER ME. CAN'T YOU SEE I'M A CRAZY WOMAN"
So, all that could easily be down to the progesterone pessaries, or it could be PMS, but maybe... I mean just possibly... could it mean.....?
Fuck it. No matter where you are in this whole journey, the fact that pregnancy symptoms are just like PMS is the cruelest fucking irony ever, isn't it?
Aaaaaand breath.
Sorry about the negative tests, but really don't give yourselves a hard time for testing. Peeing on a stick is one of the teeny tiny bits of control we have in this whole thing, so if it makes you feel better to test, even when you know full well it's too soon, it's not that big a deal*
Sherry, hello, nice to meet you. Please don't mind me growling in the corner.
Jars, selling sucks, doesn't it? We've been on the market since last March. Found out in October that we have subsidence and dropped the price as low as we can possibly afford. We do have buyers interested now, as long as the insurance will pay to, you know, stop it falling down. But the whole thing is sooooo tedious.
Ok, I have to go now. MrC just got in from his run with a cream egg (because yesterday I saw an ad for them and said I fancied one) and it made me cry.
*please bear in mind this is the advice of a crazy person.