Afternoon all,
I'm exuding positivity, love, sunshine and rainbows after a little post lunch guided meditation. I also bagged a half day spa deal for £55 for me and my friend and that includes a treatment, tea and scones and use of the facilities. Yay :)
I'm feeling a bit too woo to name check. But I've been thinking about you all a lot. And I'm worried that I've upset some of you with recent posts. I just thought I would say the following on the whole relaxing thing. I'm sorry if anyone has taken my positivity and relaxing and words about trying to relax into this the wrong way. If I've rubbed anyone up the wrong way, please don't hate me I didn't mean to cause any offense. I too hate being told to relax and it will just happen. Hate with a vehement passion. It's lazy and it means nothing. The reason I am doing all of my self-help books, meditation, life coaching, having a nutritionist, going easy on myself, buying treats and booking spa days and holidays is because I need to do this to get on with my life. I've spent 24 cycles hating myself, wondering what the hell is wrong with my body, researching every possible outcome and disorder, taking myself to some very dark corners of my imagination. Thinking to myself, have we had sex enough, have I pissed off Mr P because he's been forced to have sex when he's tired, stressed, worried about his own stuff, worrying about whether if I do get pregnant I will miscarry, worrying about not seeing friends because I don't want to drink, not seeing friends because I have no news, I've watched two years of my life sail past and I've done some lovely things in those two years but every event has been sullied by me thinking, this would be so much better if I had a baby or me moaning about not having a baby or expressing worry and fear to my friends or DH or family. Everyone must be so pissed off. And yet I could still go on. It feels pitiful. I don't want to be a victim of TTC any more. I've decided to move on. I'm still hopeful. But I've tried my best for so long and that's all I can do. The only difference is I'm starting to come round to the idea that I can't control the future, I can't dictate when my body houses my baby, it will probably happen, there's a chance it might not happen. I don't think my incessant worrying is healthy for me as a human or indeed a good place to come from to start a family or to have nice relationships with DH, family and friends. They've all suffered my suffering enough. I obviously appreciate that all sorts of stressed out, traumatized people have babies. For whatever reason it's just not happened to me but like Nelly I can't do this sadness anymore. I don't actually know if there is anything wrong with me. Chances are everything is fine. Chances are there's a problem somewhere. Maybe the right sperm just hasn't cosied up with my perfect, golden egg. It's not an obvious one with me. I've been told my GP that I could be going through the menopause having just passed my 30th birthday, I lost the baby I accidentally made and wanted to keep because it made me feel like a valid human being when I was 27, I married the man I loved at 28 and expected to be holding a baby by my 1st wedding anniversary, and then Christmas, and then next anniversary and then next Christmas. This hasn't happened and I can't let this go on. I've been swinging between joking about this and being so miserable I can't talk or breath because I've cried so much. So, no, I don't think being relaxed will bring me a baby. I just think that being positive and doing other stuff and focusing on other things let's me get on with my life and not miss out anymore and stop being so angry at the whole wide world because this time I can't get what I want.
So, again, I haven't meant to make anyone miserable or feel bad about being sad. I'm just trying not to be in that place anymore.
Waves and massive plummage over hauls to everyone on the thread. This is a really shit time for all of us. I bet none of us expected that having a baby was this hard when we were growing up and imagining what might be in the future. I never thought that I would suffer two miscarriages and be childless at 30. But hey I am. It's a crap card to be dealt. But we will get there. And we'll be better human beings and mum's for these experiences.
I hope so anyway :)