I passed a mini milestone. Lost my last PG at 8w2d, and today is 8w3d, and no bad signs today. Still hanging on one day at a time, but a small bit of relief.
We're going to a holiday pot luck tonight at DH's old work. He actually wants to go. I don't. F-them, right? But we're going, so I have to put on a happy face!
I'm eating now, so I can make it to the meal later tonight. Otherwise I'll be super miserable as opposed to partially miserable. Night time is the pits for me. I just want to crawl into bed.
Tomorrow is "date night" but we only get 3 hours, so not 100% sure what we're going to do. DH wants to go out to eat, I kind of want to go to a grown up movie. So we'll have to just see how it plays out.
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