Just a very very tiny angel
It's been 12 days since I tested (nervously) at 12dpo and got a faint bfp.
It's been 11 days since I tested again, with a slightly darker bfp, which i wrapped up and gave to my husband as a present after he came home from work and tears stood out in his eyes.
For a week after that I walked around with a delicious secret, and every twinge of my breasts would remind me I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant! I was so thrilled that after the stressful process it was to conceive my first, that I had turned into one of those people who can get pregnant quickly and simply and easily. I wanted to tell the world, but we didn't yet.
It's been 4 days since I woke up and I knew that I did not feel in the least bit pregnant anymore. I had not had huge symptoms before that, but I knew it straight away when they stopped. I felt nothing, nada. I tested again, the line was still there. It was not as dark as I would have liked.
For three days I was worried, teary and didn't sleep.
It's been 2 days since I went to the dr and had a bloodtest. She said I would probably still be pregnant, but she would give me the referral for the ob later at another appointment if everything worked out. I felt better after that, I was doing something. And maybe, maybe, I was just being a big stress-pot and the numbers would come back high as the sky.
It's been 2 days since I started spotting.
It's been 1 day since my hcg results came back at 89 (5weeks1day), and then I knew. I already knew, but it was better not to have that little whispering hope spiking me up and down.
It's been an afternoon since I started bleeding properly. Just an af really, I can look at it like that, just af come 10 days late.
It's been at least an hour since I cried.
Oops, make that a second.
Mine is just a little little story. It didn't last very long. I was organised this time and have a scan and an ob appt written in blue in the calendar. I miss being pregnant.
