Pregnant?
Well, honestly we don’t know if Faighnee is pregnant yet.
In 14 days from now they’ll do a pregnancy tes on Faighnee. Before then we can’t be sure if she really is pregnant or not.
Well, honestly we don’t know if Faighnee is pregnant yet.
In 14 days from now they’ll do a pregnancy tes on Faighnee. Before then we can’t be sure if she really is pregnant or not.
Went in wednesday for the pick-up.
Now it’s anxiously waiting for any news about the insemination and if/when there are any embryos to be put into my womb.
Wish us luck.
We went for another check-up this morning. The pick-up will probably be coming wednesday. Then there will be another 14 days before we know if the insemination worked. The next step will be placing back the embryo.
So in less then 3 weeks we may be in happy expectation. :-)
The Belgian nation is shocked. Yesterday after school two teenagers (15 and 16) attacked another teenager (14) with a knife and stabbed him in the throat. His neck arteery was hit and olny thanks to a cop who passed by on bike, who clamped down the wound was his life saved. The two attackers have been arrested.
I’ve only heard the news just now. And I felt sick. I had to throw up. I thought that it was over. All the wounds have healed, so it was finished. What I felt when I heard about this new act of violence, was very much like a physical sensation. I felt the kicks, the hits and the stabs again. I could almost see the hateful face again as I was spat in the face. I didn’t understand. I still don’t understand. I know there’s little to understand about it. But still. There are the questions. How? Why?
What on earth possessed these two kids to take a knife and attack another kid with it, nearly killing him?
A colleague drove me home. He said he understood that this brought up memories. After all it wasn’t that long ago since the attack on mlyself and Maybue. He called Maybue and my parents for me. Now Maybue, my mother and father and Cruainn and Cerdhenn are with me. Maybue took of from work. I tried to convince her that I’m oky and that I’ll manage, but she said she needed to be with me. I’m grateful for having her with me.
Edit: the doctor says it’s probably the emotional confrontation in combination with the hormonal treatment that hit me so hard. I’l be back at work tomorrow. Project baby is still going as planned in that I’m still taking the hormones and I’ll have to go for a check-up soon. Keep your fingers crossed.