So, I was trying to think of the best way to tell The Internet that I seemed to have succeeded in getting pregnant again. I took about 4,000 tests this week and all of them were slightly positive (this was after making sure that the last miscarriage/chemical pregnancy had successfully cleared the pipes), and I wanted to wait to make sure that I was able to tell my real life readers before I informed The Internet.
I know a lot of people stay mum about pregnancy in it’s earliest form, so as not to have to retract the statement later on, should something go wrong. I don’t generally subscribe to this philosophy as the people that I would typically inform would be the very same people I would lean on should something go wrong.
And by the fact that this is the first that many of my real friends are reading this should tell you that I no longer have good news to tell you any longer.
It looks like the critter formerly occupying my uterus is flying the coop. The spotting began shortly after returning home with the elder sausages from a matinee (it was Iron Man, and it was phenomenal) and although it was the very palest of pink, it was there when I wiped.
I suppose that the dream was fun while it lasted.
You’ll have to excuse my absence from your blogs; I don’t seem to have a whole lot good to say right now.
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
-Leonard Cohen, “Hallelujah”