I took a home pregnancy test last night just to be sure. I had a bit of spotting so I was still holding onto hope. But at the same time, I didn’t want to take another progesterone suppository if I didn’t have to. No matter how much I squinted at the test this time, there was nothing but white space. I awoke this morning to the fat lady singing. And no she wasn’t a beautiful opera singer, rather the heavy ugly type, and a little bit out of tune too. And so the period pants come on. Both the knicker type and trouser type, just to be clear.
Our appointment with our doctor to discuss the next steps is scheduled for 4th May, the earliest appointment possible. I am looking forward to it, but mostly I am looking forward to not trying to conceive this month. After 17 months, its time for a little break. Time for some alcohol (just a bit), exercise (a lot), some dangerous sports and diet (just a bit because I’ve put on a bit of weight the last few months, time to get into that bikini!!). No more temperature taking, no more peeing into a cup, no more hormones, sex when we want to and hopefully a little less pain. Doesn’t sound so bad, does it really?
Ps. Oh and if anyone tells me it will happen now we are relaxed I’ll punch them in the face. Sorry.