That's it really. I'm fed up trying and failing to get pg. I'm fed up of wishing my life away, whether its counting down to Ov or 2ww or, as at the moment, till my next appt with the consultant. I'm fed up that for everyone around me it seems to happen so easily and that I feel jealous. I'm fed up that nobody, not even DH, really gets what a bloody achievement it is just getting out of bed some days, let alone somehow carrying on with a stressful job. And nobody recognises how much it breaks my heart to hear friends go on about their pregnancies and babies while I smile and show interest/excitement/whatever and then sob all the way home. I'm incredibly fed up that the reason I can't have a baby is the fault of a dr who didn't explain all the possible consequences of a procedure when I was 20. I'm fed up of crying on the tube. I'm fed up of being so miserable. I'm fed up of staring at other people's bumps and so desperately, desperate wishing it was me. And I'm fed up about loads of other shit too. But most of all I'm fed up because I just want us to have a family, I want to hold my baby, I want it to be bringing my new child home from hospital and I just want to be a mummy.