Here we go again.
Realised that full moon is over, but no AF. All good, maybe another long cycle; wait it out until end of the next week. (But haven’t had a long cycle since last year. Silly conscience was waving little red flag)
Sunday night (technically 1am Monday morning) I thought I was going to die. I was on vthe throne and suddenly a cramp hit me like a freeze ray. A full 10 mins in I was getting nauseous from the pain. Managed to will myself to the cupboard for some Panado. Popped 3 and crawled back into bed.
After lots of longdistance encouragement, bribes, and eventual threats I poas. Two lines came up. O.O course I started crying, cause all I could think of was that I won’t be able to handle the heartache this time.
Lightheaded I let Pathcare draw bloods. BHCG was 206. This was two days ago. Today’s reads 468. More than double!
Now just to make an appointment with my lovely doc for next week.