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Oh My Glob

I had the following exchange with the best friend (with whom I share too much) this afternoon

screen shot

You may well be squinting at the screen now, even I admit that it is a terrible picture. Here is a better one



Or to put it another way, I think it may be a case of


(Okay, I admit I’m shamelessly fangirling like a 14 year old over Tom Hiddleston at the moment, thank heavens the husband is very understanding).

Oh my glob. Oh my glob. Oh my glob.

I did not see this coming, and now I am completely, totally and utterly freaking out. What if it’s not in the right place? What if I have another miscarriage? I don’t even want to get my hopes up that this will work out but every fibre of my being is desperately wishing it will. I guess maybe I did ovulate on the right? (even though I felt like someone was stabbing my left ovary) or maybe the egg somehow managed to make the trip across the void to my right tube? I should probably go see my GP right away but I could be sick at the thought of more betas at the minute. I’m off to London next weekend to visit a friend and see a play and I’ve been looking forward to it so much, I sort of want to get that out of the way before I face reality. The thought of this break has been one of the few things that have been helping to keep my mood up.

I don’t know what to do, but please baby be in the right place and STICK!


The spotting stopped on Saturday and, so far, it hasn’t returned. My temperature seems to be falling though, so while I’m cautiously optimistic that I may have a normal length luteal phase, I’m not holding out much hope that I’ve managed to get pregnant this month.

I know, I know, 9 DPO is awfully early to be drawing that conclusion. I did do a test this morning and it was a BFN, well I thought maybe I saw something, so I wasted a First Response Early Result and that was definitely BFN. I’d be more optimistic if my chart was doing that lovely triphasic thing that people talk about. More than anything I feel it in my gut, that certain knowledge that it’s just not happening yet.

I can deal with that. I’ve been patient(ish) this last year waiting for a shot to try so I suppose I can be a bit more patient again.

And in the meantime I’ll be obsessively POAS just for the entertainment value.