Oh god yes, fuck the fucking 10 Day Being a Mum Challenge. Fuck it right in the eye.
I was tempted to start my own 10 Day Not Being a Mummy Challenge.
Day 1 - collage of pics of the positive pregnancy test I got on my first ever cycle TTC and my husband and I out on a walk looking deliriously happy because we thought we were having a Christmas baby.
Day 2 - screen shot of my WhatsApp conversation with my husband a week later when I was miscarrying and devastated and needed him to come home immediately.
Day 3 - pictures of all the non alcoholic drinks I had at my friend's wedding because I was pregnant again.
Day 4 - photocopy of the letter I had from Cardiff hospital diagnosing a pregnancy of unknown location, probable miscarriage, after heavy bleeding during what was supposed to be our summer holiday in Wales.
Day 5 - screen shot of my Fertility Friend app showing how many weeks I bled that time and how long it took my period to come back.
Day 6 - photo of all the expensive vitamins I started taking to try and stop it from happening again.
Day 7 - all the pregnancy tests I took the third time I was pregnant and really thought it was going to work out this time.
Day 8 - photocopy of the report from the hospital confirming that they removed "placental debris" from my uterus during an uncomplicated D&C procedure.
Day 9 - picture of my nephew who was conceived on his parents' wedding night in June and born on what should have been the due date from my second pregnancy in March, exactly 4 weeks after my D&C.
Day 10 - collage of pictures showing a picture of my uterus from the hysteroscopy I had a few weeks ago after my fourth loss, the needles I've been using to self-inject fertility drugs, me in the hospital having an intralipid injection, and all the pills I'm currently popping.
How's that for a 10 Day Trying Very Hard To Be A Mum But Finding It Very Challenging Challenge?