I need to have bloods done for progesterone levels tomorrow. I'm off sick. Having the worst cold ever, even if it's getting bit better now. I couldn't take anything for it as majority of medicines aren't recommended for the pregnant ones.
My boobs are really sore, I'm bloated (very gassy) and feeling quite sick especially in the evening. Still, I'm feeling quite pessimistic about it all. I keep talking about having children to my husband, and not even taking into consideration that we might have one in the autumn. Of course, with our recurrent bad, bad luck - we will not. Why did thing, that's suppose to be so exciting and happy, became so horrendously scary?
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