So the doc has referred me to the local fertility consultant, which may take three months, and then he can refer me to a recurrent miscarriage clinic if needed. So it’s wait and see. My husband looked after our nearly three-year-old whilst I went, but he saved weeing into his box of cars for when I got back (my son not my husband). At least he aimed it into something I suppose.

In the meantime, I’m getting some simple blood tests done in case these show up any issues. I went for the first of these yesterday. One will check for antiphospholipid syndrome, an immune disorder that causes the blood to clot and can lead to recurrent miscarriage. This can be treated with aspirin and heparin during pregnancy. I also had a test to check for thyroid problems as these are also connected to early miscarriage. Will phone for the results in a couple of days.

I have to have another day 21 progesterone test too but have to go back for that as I’ve no idea where I am in my cycle until my period returns. My friend looked after our toddler this time and when I returned I realised I’d left the jigsaw puzzle (yes I am officially an old woman) I’d started for a bit of therapy on the bed and the two hours it had taken me to painstakingly put together the edges last night had been destroyed in seconds by a stealth game of ‘five little monkeys jumping on the bed’. What the fuck was I thinking.