Twinkly - thanks - yes DD's baby mania can be quite relentless, so I'm hoping it’s a bit of a phase. She was looking at a framed photo of me and her at about 16 weeks today. Nothing new, it’s been on our mantlepiece ever since it was taken.
DD: "Aaah, Mummy's lovely"
Me: "And who's that?" (pointing to DD)
DD: "A brother"
Me: "No darling, that's you when you were a little baby"
DD: "No it’s a brother"
Me: (Thinking, to be fair, photo DD is wearing a turquoise Fair Isle cardigan and not some frilly frock. But also that she almost, might've had an 8 month old brother by now, if I hadn't had the MMC - which was a boy - settled on ...) "Would you like a brother?"
DD: "Yes. Can we do some drawing now?"
Me: (Resolved to check at ToysRUs for remote control, battery-operated brothers, gulp
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Ababs - about where to have your scan – very enterprising of you to have found such a great (yet cheaper) recommendation from your previous consultant. At least you now know you will probably get some reassuring news, but if not, then at least some prompt and correct treatment.
Grizzer - Lovely to see you again and great to hear that you're already at the birth planning stage. I was a bit of a late convert to hypnobirthing but think it can be amazingly powerful stuff. I hope it'll help (in the long run) to have had a good cry about past loss. I know what you mean about DH's not being on the same wavelength, would be different if they got pregnant, obvs.
AF is due and I can feel that it’s just around the corner for me – today/tomorrow probably. Even though I just knew I wasn’t pregnant, I still couldn’t resist an early test (Superdrug Early 10 mIU/L). Yet another super-white,mocking, fu*king negative. Cue mental flashback through all the same old, same old like ‘why didn’t I do IVF when DD was 6 months old, yada yada.
We will try (naturally) this cycle FWIW although I already foresee a disaster - and/or some rows/sulking - given that my ‘fertile’ window (yes, ironic use of apostrophes there) falls precisely on the Christmas party, aka bladdered DP, season.
Yes I am pretty close to giving up and not even angry or pissed off, just terribly sad. Oh well, as it’s not really park weather, I’ll go and haul myself around indoor soft play this morning and try not to count other people’s children. (Sorry for the grumpy post - will try to be more cheery next time.)
Hope everyone else is having better luck x