Another positive test, stronger this time (First Response), at 4 a.m. I wasn't going to tell Mr. Spouse till normal getting-up time but I woke him getting back into bed so I blurted it out. He has forbidden me to do any more tests - and he doesn't know about the Friday one.
I would prefer just to curl up in bed and hide for the next week, but I'm not sure this is a good idea, and Mr. Spouse has forbidden it anyway. Unfortunately we have the most boring - but potentially argumentative - planning session ever with our department, lasting two days and taking place at a hotel about an hour from here. All the (numerous) men will get very drunk and ask why I'm not drinking. The women will congregate in the spa (which was my idea, originally) and ask why I'm not in the steam room. And it's kind of been suggested that it would be antisocial for me to book a massage. I am really not keen - I wasn't before, but now I'm afraid I'll start bleeding, and crying, while I'm there.
Still a little crampy, which I don't like. At all. But no bleeding or spotting. I'll ring the nurse tomorrow and ask about that (perhaps she'll tell me to go to bed? you think? no?) and also about doing a couple of blood tests, which they said they do sometimes do at 5 weeks.