Nice to hear about operation life control cherry sounds like a great plan!
rain bet you're glad you didn't make an arsey phone call now!
What's the WW wagon??
After hiding upstairs and having a quick cry, I let it go last night in order to avoid further upset. We're seeing the consultant in less than 2 weeks. I'll ask then if there is anything either of us can do to improve our chances - ie diet/vitamins etc. If the consultant says it won't make a difference I'll give up as it's not worth the fight. I just get upset that he's not prepared to do this on a 'just in case it helps' basis given everything I've sacrificed for ttc over the last 3 years in terms of diet, vitamins, acupuncture, staying off the booze, giving up hobbies, my career etc etc and that's before you consider the actual fertility treatment. He has done 'dry January' a number of times, but he won't quit for a couple of months as we give it the very last try?! It's him pushing the IVF, I suggested giving up and going for adoption instead but he wouldn't consider it. So if I'm putting myself through more shit, why can't he do what I see as a comparatively little thing?!
. See how well I dropped the issue?
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bad I was told the warm thing as well. I now drink luke warm or hot squash as I'm not supposed to have cold drinks.
Erica good on you for the work thing. The enforced break we had last year while waiting on the rmc did my sanity a world of good. Felt more like myself than I had done for years.
fab your comment made me cry
. I've decided to also leave my own restrictions until we've spoken to the consultant. Given the length of IVF, that'll still give me a couple of months or more before the important stuff happens so plenty of time to start denying myself at that point.
I like porridge and banana, but I do put a shit load of sugar in it...
I'm struggling. I think I'm verging on being depressed. I still don't feel well. Woke up before 3am this morning drenched in sweat and had to get up and change my pyjamas. Also desperate for the toilet which isn't normal for me in the middle of the night. Feeling exhausted, shaky and have bad AF cramps. I feel like DCW is losing patience with me. Not overtly, just that weary look when he comes home and asks me how I am and for weeks now the answer has pretty much been 'shit'. Can't be easy living with an ill and miserable wife, to be fair.
Work was horrible. I was playing meditation tracks through my headphones all day in an attempt to keep me sane. Had a 3 hour meeting with a colleague heavily pg with her 3rd child who kept mentioning things being put into place for her mat leave and I just wanted to cry and run out. I just feel like I can't do this anymore. Feeling ill, sad and fed up.