So, today’s my official last day of baby-making leave. It’s a cracking winter’s day here – sun is shining for the first time in days and it feels GOOD.
I had my ‘implantation’ acupuncture session this morning. I’ve not done that before, but as I wasn’t at work I figured ‘why not’? It’s had an amazing effect.
I’ve been feeling increasingly more anxious and negative these past few days, and the 4am-wake-ups aren’t going away. In fact, they’re on the increase, and seemed to be filled with spiraling negativity along the lines of ‘what if it hasn’t worked – i bet it hasn’t worked – it will never work – self pity self pity …’ (repeat ad nauseaum bla bla yawn YAWN).
The acupuncturist noted my pulse was ‘fantastic’, which they’ve never said before – I’m always waaay too wound up for their liking. So, clearly some time off work has helped, even if I don’t feel very zen. The session was all about increasing blood flow to the uterus, and also keeping me calm. I can’t speak for the former, but I’ve spent the rest of the day floating a foot off the ground and feeling really POSITIVE. As in, stop-and-smell-the-roses, appreciate-what-you-have, understand-this-will-happen-one-day positive. It’s lovely.
Maybe that’s why I made it in and out of the chemist today without buying any HPTs. COME ON! V. proud of myself. I figure if I make it through this weekend I should be OK, as I’m back in the office next week and will have a lot less time for buying and and then weeing on expensive sticks. (she says)
On the symptoms front, the cramping’s completely stopped and the boobs are still just as sore – no more, no less. Make of that what you will. I have the varying range of diagnoses that I won’t share with you here – they’re typically schizophrenic and won’t do anyone any good.
Hooroo folks. Happy Friday! x
(image: thank you)