So, I logged into Mumsnet so that I could share the whole TTC thing and find out how others were finding it. It has been a while and I'd been getting a bit lonely dementing to myself, and lets face it, that's what we're all here for - to share some degree of experience/ madness......Anyway, I'm very glad I did, almost every post I read touches a memory or a shared feeling and everyone seems lovely.
So.... getting to the point, today I am definatley not pregnant, boo, rats, drat and many other words I'm not putting in print. I'm not reading about the clomid I'm about to take out another library book on conception because I've read one already or stocking up on Agnus Castus and booking myself into reflexology or any of the other things that seem like damn good suggestions....I'm merrily experimenting in my kitchen and chatting away about books, dogs and horses and generally loving the wonder that is all the nice sane people on Mumsnet!!
Am I some sort of heartless cow who doesn't deserve a baby (I'm pretty sure I do, think about it lots and try very hard not to think about it more)......or am I just being pragmatic? Life goes on? Worried that I should be more sobbingly upset....my body clock is a blasted grandfather one, with a big chime that I can hear clearly!