Yesterday I wasn't at work and was looking after my nephew who is nine months older than Olive.
The wombmate and I currently live two minutes walk from each other. I'll have to write an another post about that, but for the moment that is all you need to know. A friend of her gave her an old double buggy so it is pretty easy taking both the kids out if one of us needs help.
So yesterday afternoon I took the two toddlers, and dog, to the park.
My appointment with the new IVF Doctor is tomorrow and my period hasn't started yet. I've already had one negative test but I decided I better take another one, or two, tests before the appointment so I could say with utter conviction that I wasn't pregnant.
Of course I didn't have a pregnancy test in the house.
So on the way to the park I struggled into the pharmacy with a massive double buggy and two angelic looking under three years old and bought a couple of pregnancy tests.
For all intents and purposes I looked like not just a fertile, but an uber fertile.
Then for tomorrow's appointment there is no one around to look after Olive.
I am going to be that woman. The one in the IVF waiting room with a one and a half year old baby.
We all hate her.
I hate her.
But I will be there because the test was, of course, negative.