Not much to say about Wednesday 25th except that I had a tiny, tiny bit of brown spotting on one occasion that I visited the loo. Almost so small an amount that I could have missed it. Of course, I have dangerously latched onto this sign as a sign of implantation, where sometimes, you can get a tiny bleed.
Please please don't let me get my hopes up if they are going to be dashed.
Come on Grub, dig in there. Get comfy. You will have a mummy who will read you stories, bake you cakes, throw you great birthday parties, and a daddy who will play football with you, make you laugh and teach you all about music. And both of us will love you forever. Please be real for us.
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