eight days

The spotting was gone by late this morning, and I was about to sit down to update briefly. I mean, SOME bleeding that STOPS has got to be GOOD sign. And maybe I AM the luckiest girl in the world because the first day I can accurately do an HPT is on Daniel's birthday, and THAT had to be a good sign too, right?

But then there was blood, so much blood.

It's not my period but it's not just a stain anymore, and it's SO unfair because I had just this very MINUTE allowed myself that maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay.