I've had a rough four of days. I was absolutely whacked Friday night so I went to bed early. On Saturday I felt awful, I struggled to keep anything even tomato soup down. I slept for much of the day and just couldn't move. I did manage to take a couple of ovulation tests which had very faint lines. By Sunday I was feeling better, another test showed another faint positive, we got down to some baby dancing. I had pains in my side, which along with the tests led me to believe that I was actually ovulation, I was over the moon. I couldn't believe it, I popped into the GP to have a quick check up. She said that my longer cycles were probably anovulatory, and so on day 21 of my next cycle, I would need a blood test. I thought nothing more of it, until tonight. I found blood in my underwear, I think I had convinced myself this would be our month...
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