Evening all, cletts checking in.
No droid yet, brown stuff has stopped - got another CB test (the only kind poxy Sainsbury's had) so checking again with FMU tomo. Praying for solid line.
No clear symptoms yet, though my appetite's been a bit weird the last few days - dropped off, which is really not normal in Clettsworld.
The spa was good but I made the error of answering 'Yes' to the question 'Are you pregnant?' on the screening questionnaire (just in case they use some horrible chemicals or something) and was told that it was 'company policy' that women in the first trimester were not allowed to have any treatment, not even a facial or a foot massage
. To have a treatment after that you have to bring in your 12-week scan pics - what the fuck?
So Mr Cletts went off for his lovely neck, shoulder and back massage and I was escorted out of the massage room to get my nails painted. Because it was the only choice. Clearly someone, somewhere, decided they might get sued if someone had a miscarriage so they'd better just ban preggers women from all treatments. I would be very interested to know how a facial will cause me to miscarry. Or why it's their choice, not mine, what 'risks' I take. Patronising shite.
Still, the rest of it was great. I shunned the sauna but enjoyed a cheeky little glass of bubbles. Hopefully the last in a while . . .