Morning – get up early and go to Food Safety course.
Lunch time – start to feel dodgy.
Afternoon – come home, realise definitely miscarrying now. Take phonecall from hospital, discuss with them, get told *still* have to go in and get punctured tomorrow, even though am positive this is now standard miscarriage, and to add insult to injury, have bruise the size 10p piece where first blood test taken. Ow.
Oh, and Big is extremely cross with me, I think she thinks I’m doing this on purpose. 🙁