Morning everyone
I've now come to the realisation that I either have cancer of the womb or I'm pregnant .
Last night I actually managed to convince myself for about 40 minutes that I was neither, though I still sat on the couch with DH with my hands on my tummy.
I'm enjoying the quiet at the moment, DS has finally decided he wants to sleep, probably only got 40 minutes, but that's better than nothing. At least I can now grab 1/2 cup of very weak coffee (have stopped all caffine aside from this and as soon as I am proved right in my diagnosis of pregnancy then I will stop all together) and some toast.
Last night DH and I were supposed to be having sex, but he said he was too tired - even though he got an erection (sorry TMI). So we never did it. I mean SERIOUSLY how the hell does he think babies are conceived . All I got out of him last night and this morning was apology after apology and "my fishies stay around for 5 days don't they".
I couldn't sleep last night, well I did but it took me a good 2 hours to get to that point. Thinking over and over, what if I have already ovulated and we've missed another chance, what if tomorrow is too late. We're trying for a baby, but we've only had sex twice since starting last Saturday.
Anyway...
Morning Boodleboot your maths can't be as bad as mine - I failed GCSE 5 times (you'd think after the third fail I'd give up).
Stressyheady I'm already having nightmares about potty training. We were at our friends house (she's currently 14 weeks pregnant with no.2) and they were boasting how they had already trained their 2 year old DS out of nappies and on to the potty. Cue DS coming into the living room, taking out his penis (they called it a winkie) and weeing on the floor. This was followed by DS lying on the couch and playing with himself
Waitingisntfun welcome. I'm so sorry to hear about the MC. Good luck to you.