{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Vicky Gooden","provider_url":"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com","author_name":"vickygooden","author_url":"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/author\/vickygooden\/","title":"Today was good. - Vicky Gooden","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"PUvh2jmexj\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/2017\/05\/14\/today-was-good\/\">Today was good.<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/2017\/05\/14\/today-was-good\/embed\/#?secret=PUvh2jmexj\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Today was good.&#8221; &#8212; Vicky Gooden\" data-secret=\"PUvh2jmexj\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.vickygooden.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/IMG_4785.jpg?fit=2446%2C641&ssl=1","thumbnail_width":2446,"thumbnail_height":641,"description":"However, let&#8217;s start with yesterday first. Yesterday was tough. Apart from seeing a chirpy and extremely pretty friend (hi Ange!) for a dog walk and a spot to eat in the morning, the rest of the day was a miserable struggle. You know when people explain that they can&#8217;t raise a smile? I now get that. I couldn&#8217;t. Apart from when John was giving me a hug and Rupert caught our eye as he had a bit of biscuit stuck on the roof of his mouth and was pulling faces. Sort of doggy gurning. Anyway. I wasn&#8217;t feeling sorry for myself either. I was just panicked. So, so panicked that it rendered me motionless. The bombarding thoughts of WILL I EVER HAVE A BABY? walloping me in the stomach. I ask my husband this a lot. &#8216;Do you think we will have a baby?&#8217; as if he has the solid answer. But he never falters. It&#8217;s always a &#8216;yes, of course we will&#8217; as I stare at him, searching his face for the absolute guarantee that it&#8217;s true. I also just couldn&#8217;t be BOTHERED to do anything yesterday. I was gunning for a Thai takeaway for dinner, but husband stepped [&hellip;]"}