Hey now Allthe, how are you this morning? (Glad my name made you smile - reckon it's roughly my ninth MN name and I'm rather fond of it m'self!)
Look, here's what I've learned in 4.5 years of unsuccessful TTCing, some chemical pregnancies and a miscarriage: whatever you feel, and whatever stage, that's fine. And fuck everyone who says otherwise.
You feel angry one morning? FINE. You're kind of brave by the afternoon? THIS IS OK? You have a couple of days of actually being quite bonny and optimistic? ABSOLUTELY DANDY. Then you have a couple of days of weeping? WHY THE HECK NOT.
The worst thing about my TTC ''''''''''journey''''''' was feeling that I was supposed to second-guess appropriate reactions to things to suit various quarters, be that MN TTC groups or my Mum or DH or my sisters or whatever.
I now, actually, hardly talk to anyone about it, because it's my business, and if my responses to it all veers between no longer giving a shit (believe me, this can actually happen!) to melancholy to rage, well, that's entirely up to me, and I do not apologise.
In short, stop apologising, to yourself or to anyone else, for how you feel or behave at any time. Unless you put a cat in a dustbin or something in which case, you know, the manly punch might get a bit sort of pointed.
Much love for the rest of the day.
Oh, and you're a criminal lawyer AND you deliver calves? I LOVE YOU.