My ultra-sensitive pregnancy test this morning was a snowy white negative.
At least that part of things is now sorted out.
Also my mum came over today and looked after the boys while I had a bath. She watched them in the garden while I made lunch, even though they bickered and shouted. She then came to the supermarket with me and bought them both a toy while I got some food in. She was generally brilliant.
Those that know me will know how incredibly out of the ordinary this is.
But even weirder is how this suddenly happened, on a day when I needed it most, while I was slobbing around in my dressing gown, in a dirty house being a miserable, shouty, picky mum.
A couple of weeks ago I made a difficult, conscious choice to stop blaming my parents for my childhood and to just accept that they did the best they could at the time.
I have a half-written post about forgiveness, and my relationship with my parents, that I’ve been meaning to finish. It explains a lot more than I can write now.
I don’t know about karma, but today, to suddenly have a mum that looked out for me, has made more difference than she will probably ever realise.