Things seemed to be going well so far. But my cramping was much worse. At around 4pm I had to go to the bathroom. When I started wiping I realised I was bleeding. Oh No. It cannot be. I felt sickened. It cannot be. I tried to go upstairs but have to sort out a problem with Kerry at work. I just wanted to scream but have to sort out stuff! Who could care! I then started towards the stairs. I just needed to speak to Owen. I could not even manage the first few steps because I just collapsed crying. I was holding my lower tummy and crying. I still felt pregnant but I was loosing them. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. I called Owen who was as devastated as I was. I then called the hospital and was passed on to nurse Jenny. I told her that I started bleeding. She seemed surprised so I told her that even in past cycles, I had bleed before stopping progesterone. She told me not to stop and that I should still go for the test. Yeah right. Guess there is nothing to lose, so I may just do that. Perhaps they can find out why I don’t seem to ever reach the pregnant level. Today was a horrible day. I had to even keep working. To make matters worse, unlike usual there was no queue at the post office and on the way back I found a fiver! Normally people would see these as positive things… but I felt it was just the circle of life trying to make amends. I guess this was proof to show it really was failing. Who cared for the lack of queue and the fiver… I just wanted my babies! :-(