Morning all.
I'm having a shit time right now. I think this AF has hit me hard but I'm sure it;s because of AF hormones. Still, I just feel miserable. For some reason I still have my 16 week midwife appointment in the calendar and I noticed yesterday it is still in our team calendar at work. I don't know why I was confident enough to write it down.
It's now been almost exactly 3 years since we said goodbye to our first little one together, and I can't quite comprehend how I'm still here, 3 babies down, 3 years later, and not holding our beautiful baby.
I feel like all anyone ever talks about at work or in DP's family are babies and I want to scream at them all to Shut The Fuck Up!
I thought I'd convinced myself that I'm not angry at DP for the 2.5 years of hell I went through while he refused to try again (ever), but I can't help but wonder why someone would put another human being through that. I think about all the times I wanted to end my life despite knowing it would fuck up my boys lives. I mean, what if I actually went through with something?
And now I worry that DP will change his mind again and I will be back there. When I told him I'd started my period he did a sad face but I know that sad face is for me and I don't think it affects him at all that I am not pregnant.
I'm tired of this desperation now, I'm tired of seeing so many people around me just have babies like it is human nature - oh wait, it is.
I live in fear of the next preg announcement that, once again, won't be mine. and it will most likely be someone who has had one already in the past 3 years of my hell.
I feel shit as I know some of you do not have any children yet, and I can't explain my way out of why I feel like this and yes, as people around me, tell me I should be grateful for what I have.
All I can say is I am eternally grateful for my beautiful boys, they are my entire world (and probably the reason I am still here) but when you finally meet the person you want to spend the rest of your life with after a shitty 10 years with someone you didn't, and then by some miracle you are expecting a baby for it to be cruelly snatched away three times you just feel so completely empty.
This is my first AF since we lost our little boy and I just feel so so shit. I had so much hope for that cycle. We BD'd at the right time and we have never had so much sex that entire cycle. For anyone else, that would have resulted in a baby, but not me.
I have so many worries, PCOS being shit again, DP changing his mind, DP not 'putting out' when the time comes around again this cycle, not ovulating, releasing another shit egg, results from our blood tests coming back as incompatible or some such bollocks.
I honestly don't know what I would do if I never get to hold my rainbow baby.
fuck I'm a misery today.