Dressed in Sweaty Betty yoga pants, a loose T and a pair of Converse I’m telling myself that I’m all zen and ready for egg collection. Deep down I’m nervous of facing a replay of the last time. I’m dreading the outcome and the rest of the week. I should be happy I made it to this point.
Brace yourself I’m about to share a little bit too much.. I’m also dealing with pessary stress! 20mins after putting it in I had to poo and now I’m worried I’ve just poo’d it all out. That’s going to be a fun concern to raise with my doctor this morning. Why can’t this just be simple??
On a positive note I’m
cruising barely moving through London in a cab after pulling the princess card and refusing to deal with the tube strike today. I can be a brat sometimes. I’ll take driving down Bishop’s Lane dreaming as I gaze at all the houses that don’t look as if they belong in London, than have my face squished against someone’s armpit.
Last night I felt sprinkled with blessings – because of the messages from you girls here and my friends, the spontaneous call from my mum (she’s abroad & we’re not in touch much) and the kindness my 18 year old niece showed when at 11pm she heated up pizza for me after I told her about today. I don’t think I count my blessing enough.
Bad things happen – no matter how much we prepare. All we can do is hold onto the little good things in our worlds to keep us afloat.