St. Patricks Day

Last year on this day was the first time I knew something was up... 

I had gone out with a friend for the days festivities and honestly just wasn't feeling it. 

I didn't feel like drinking but did but never got a buzz. I was so incredibly tired after only being out for the afternoon that I couldn't even make it to the bar hopping round and dancing to come later in the evening. James had duty that day but had luckily gotten off early and was able to come pick me up. 

I remember him asking me if everything was ok and I said I thought so I just wasn't feeling like being out anymore. 

At this point the only symptoms I was having was waking up in the morning tasting like I had sucked on pennies. 

The bloody coppery taste is from the increase of blood supply and hormonal changes in your body for the new baby...but honestly I thought and knew nothing of it being a symptom till later...my boobs never hurt, I never really cramped and this early in the month I hadn't missed my period yet... 

Oh how things were about to change....