Hey igggi wow, fame at last eh?! Good work :)
Hello Abney and welcome, though sorry you find yourself here of course.
My Dad got taken down to critical care at 5am today, having had trouble breathing overnight, presumably due to the pulmonary embolism, and v low blood pressure. I'm not sure what the plan is yet, waiting for my step mum to call, or whether it's "necessary" for us to go up there today. He's not well, and awfully weak with everything he's gone through the last 3 weeks since he initially went into hospital. Worried and scared but keep telling myself that he'd go mad at me if he thought I was putting him before looking after myself right now. Me being pg again is giving him something to keep positive about, I'm very conscious of that. And knowing how tired I'm getting he'd worry more if I show up, and wonder what he's not being told...... Tough call.
Did another test this morning... Bloody bloody CBD told me 1-2 weeks, bastard thing. So, in went my last FRER and a cheapy, both of which were darker than a week ago. So, although dh did a mini storm out the room in frustration asking "What the fecking fuck do we have to do??"., we are now choosing to ignore the CBD on the basis of the other tests and of course the principle of PUPO, and I said I would ask you lot for stories of CBD inaccuracies/ unexpected results.
Oh fuck, "unexpected results" can mean ectopic. Fuck. oh well, fuck it, PUPO, scan on Friday the 13th if I make it that far and nothing I can do in the meantime except look after myself as best I can and try not to let myself go into headfuck mode. My boobs are as bruised and sore as they've been til now, some days more so than others, but usually my first sign of trouble is a sudden shrinkage. Tick. Also the funny taste is still there. Tick. And tired in the afternoons, then dead on feet about 8/8.30. Tick.
Wish I could get put to sleep for a couple of months and wake up at second trimester. At least I'd feel I was making some actual noticeable progress with all this baby lark.
Thanks for listening/reading and for asking after me and my Dad
... Sorry for banging on, I find it quite cathartic seeing my thoughts in black and white.