As some of you have deuced or read on my blog, I am indeed pregnant... we think.

This is where it get interesting and slightly sad and confusing.

I little over a week ago I went to the toilet and found some blood. Not a lot but some. The bleeding continued for a few days and so off we went to the hospital for an ultrasound after which they told us...well not much really.

There was definitely something there but they didn't know if it was a baby or not or if it was alive or not.

Please come back tomorrow and see the doctor.

A day and a night of worry and trying not to think about it passed and back we went. The doctor told us... well not a lot more.

It is a 6 week old fetus and according to my dates it should be 9 weeks old by now. It is still attached to the wall of the uterus and to all intents and purposes looks like a normal 6 week old pregnancy. Normal except for the bleeding and being 3 weeks younger than the dates, that is.

And so we wait again. This time for a week, and go back to see if indeed the fetus has grown at all meaning it is alive or not.

I am trying to be positive. Think all the right things but one doesn't want to build oneself up to much and so I mostly put it to the back of my mind and try to think of other things.

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