Morning all,
Doll Loving the new name. Sorry to hear you are having a rubbish and stressful time. Drinks sounds good to me. I have a tiny hang over today. And today signals the end of the 'fun' week. Back to the brown and non drinking ways, well at least until holiday in a couple of weeks time. I'm a little disturbed that my trousers feel a bit tighter today. I'm putting it down to the fact that they are fresh from the airing cupboard and that all trousers are smaller after being washed and not the wine, pudding, food fest I've had over the past week FX for your 2ww.
Care great news on the 6 embies! Woohooo! That's brilliant news. Half a dozen just waiting to go. Sorry you had a traumatic time and
Joy fluttering you say and a longer cycle. This can only be great news, whether it's just back to your old more routine cycles or maybe the finger is pointing in your direction....
Gin sorry for CD1. Hope you had a nice rest of weekend.
Pout great news on the 3 follies. I like the idea of a trio of le pouts!
Sarlat your Sunday sounds lovely. I hope you have fun getting your spare room ship shape. It is good to do things like that. Our flat is still very clean and I've been much better with the housework and keeping on top of things over the weekend because it feels so nice to be in a neat and clean space. I know what you mean about it being difficult to stay positive too. I'm feeling that this weekend. Saturday, very happy and enjoying everything and having a nice time to myself. Sunday, feeling like crap again. It's a weird time for all of us.
Buzzy I hope AF stayed away and that the twinges were something else.
Waves to everyone else.
Well I had a sort of nice day yesterday. Went to a garden party for a 25th wedding anniversary. OH was playing in the band there. I love watching him play, it makes me feel very proud. Unfortunately, all the food was completely non brown friendly and there was a lot of sparkling wine too. I found myself with: a hotdog with ketchup in a white bun, hogroast and apple sauce, goats cheese (white) pasta salad, some tomatoes for good measure finished off with a huge piece of strawberry pavlova roulade, meringues, cream, fruit (for more good measure) and several glasses of fizzy wine, a coffee with milk and a bit of headache this morning as we came home and I treated myself to one of those small bottles of wine to drink with dinner whilst we watched BBC Natural World and TOWIE. Oh I feel the white carb / dairy / booze regret this morning.
I had a bit of a weep in bed last night about TTC stuff and how I've been feeling very alone again recently. DH thinks it was the
talking but I had tried to bring it up before we went to the party, it just wasn't the right time. I said that I didn't think we had done it this month and I was very confused by excess CM on Saturday and some EWCM on Sunday and I was upset by some stuff on FB. He snapped that I shouldn't be seeing periods as failure otherwise it will be cyclical doom again which isn't healthy for anyone. Periods are normal and healthy and maybe I don't understand the CM properly. He doesn't get it but he was stressed and ill-prepared for the gig, so it really wasn't the right time. I checked FF as I had forgotten what day I was on, it's now CD22. Smack bag in 2ww. I'm very confused about the CM, cross with myself for over indulging, sitting here thinking that I've put on a tonne of weight in the last 48 hours but I'm also thinking I've probably just got raging PMT and at the same time in a pit of hope and despair wanting to cry, shout but also keep calm...just in case. I mean, I nearly cried at the telly this morning when Tom the Diver (I'm not a sports person) was on there hugging his now dead dad and doing handstands 10 metres up in the air. My metalling is being fueled by the two times I've been pregnant before when I also had stinking moods (I famously shouted at DH and cried very loudly in the car about how I WANT A BABY, why can't you grow up and want one too on the way home from his 'rents when they made a fuss over DH's bestfriend's pregnant wife and made me sit on a sofa to eat dinner, giving pride of place on the dining table to the pregnant women. This is when I realised I really wanted a baby and unbeknown to me was actually pregnant by about 6 days myself after the momentous first instadiff. I also screamed I hate your parents at him because I wasn't treated the same way and felt that I was more important than the pregnant lady (i.e. future DIL) and to think he still married me the next year....) I also think I was set off on Saturday night too. After having such a lovely day, I checked in on FB and saw statuses about a baby shower and how "this mum to be just feels so special. Big thanks to her friends" and then my besties mum posted to one of her friends, "we're fine. we've had some great news. All will be revealed next week" My friend will be 12 weeks next week. She is sensitive enough to be discrete her mum on the other hand is going to be a nightmare. But it made me realise that I can't make my mum deliriously happy and give her a grandchild. Oh I felt very sorry for myself last night. DH just told me not to go on FB. He's very sorry that I am sad but there is so little he can do, except saying keep brave and strong, we'll get there and then giving me a hug. I don't know what more I want him to do. I'm also concerned that if EWCM was yesterday then my period will be later and this will fuel the mentalling further. I really hate this game
Sorry for self indulgent post.