On my way to work, while Jo waits for the nurse to call her for the blood test that tells us where we are on this rollercoaster. We text, she admits her frustration at being late for work... I admit I keep welling up... I don't know why except to say that with the tears come rushes of feeling hopeless, helpless, disappointed...
We will have the results by tomorrow - with no positive HPT's we both feel it's a no this month but who can tell hope that? Hope keeps on keeping on, refusing to go away and let common sense and clear mindedness take the reins.
Sorry for the melancholy.
Until next time. Tee x
We will have the results by tomorrow - with no positive HPT's we both feel it's a no this month but who can tell hope that? Hope keeps on keeping on, refusing to go away and let common sense and clear mindedness take the reins.
Sorry for the melancholy.
Until next time. Tee x
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