Yesterday morning I went to the loo and there was blood. I ignored it because I was clearly imagining it. It was 5.45am, I didn't have my glasses on. It's nothing to worry about.
It was something to worry about. The bleeding continued, bringing cramps along with it.
Took my daughter to toddler group, because I wanted to carry on as normal. The pain intensified.
I got a call from a midwife to arrange my booking in appointment who told me to go to a&e (really universe, you had to do that to me? Thanks a bunch)
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, with painful interruptions of blood test attempts I was given a scan.
Seeing that empty womb broke my heart into a million pieces. This was happening and I couldn't ignore it anymore.
I was only 6 weeks along, so only early days, but I had known for two weeks and was beginning to get excited about becoming a family of four. Minituck would have a sibling. Now she won't. I don't think I can go through this again, so this is it for me. We will remain a 3.
All that remains is to have another blood test tomorrow morning to confirm it.
Goodbye littlest member of the Tuck family. I won't forget you.