I’ve given up not writing about personal stuff, my Disney buddies do and if it’s good enough for them it’s good enough for me. So here it is…
On the last day of the Disney trip (see how I manage to mention it in every post?!) I did a pregnancy test, I had an inkling that maybe I was pregnant even though the miscarriage was only five weeks ago, and it was positive. I had a few tears telling my new friends and was surprised when I looked up and they were all teary too, can’t believe we only spent six days together!
I told Alex as soon as I got back and he was really excited, I hadn’t really got that used to the idea yet, then last night at work I started to feel really drained, sort of light-headed and jelly-legged. I came home early, and then this morning, blood. I’m almost certain it’s another miscarriage. I’ve handed my notice in to work, I know it’s probably just a coincidence that both times I seem to have had problems right after my first day at work, but we both felt it wasn’t really worth it. The plan is to try an get over this, have our lovely holiday and then give it one more go, I don’t think we can manage much more than that, it’s so emotionally draining all the time.
So that’s it, I’m a housewife (!), totally hate that title, any tips on how to make it more interesting/acceptable/fulfilling? Having said that I’m going to look for work which is more online, home-based. I have one project in the pipeline which is due to take off in September, in the meantime I’ll just need to be poor, money isn’t everything I suppose.