I had a little pink spotting last night and a flood of emotion swept me away to my pregnancy with George.
I have been trying so hard not to compare and contrast. Not to let the fear creep up on me too much. And failing miserably!
The spotting turned pale brown and stopped this morning and then came back and stopped again.
I know it's common and it's not the same as the bleeding I had before but I can't help but think, every time a little twinge feels the same, ooh is this it? Is that what caused it? Is it going to be the same?
I cried a bucket load of tears last night and Ray held my hand tightly.
"Why can't it be easy?"
Why does it have to be like this?"
Questions with no answers.
I am much calmer now. Still obsessively knicker checking. "Do you need to pee or are you going to check?"
I've been laughing. But I'm still afraid.