Hello. Icy, 28 (was let into the best I think mainly on the strength of my propensity to say "cunt"...) TTC since November 2013, Mr is 100% fine, diagnosed with PCOS, did 6 mints of clomid didn't work. Not even a sniff of anything.
Had ovarian drilling today and the consultant found endometriosis and a partially blocked tube! Crazy to be so pleased about my womb fuckery.... Finally starting to feel a bit more positive. Thought i was just barren.
Just started a new job so told them I was at a wedding today! Bloody better heal up for money eh!
I've previously found that coming on MN and reading forums just pushed me over the edge of anxiety and worry, beyond tears and raging, month after month of nothing at all. Feel a bit like now I can be a bit more positive I'm in a place to join in again, but if I vanish again sorry I'm just trying to save my sanity.
I've been lurking and following, albeit intermittently. At some point I won't recognise any of the names anymore - that day cannot come soon enough.
This stupid fucking ttc nightmare is incredibly unfair and shit and just bloody awful. Sometimes I see women with newborns, the baby is crying and I'm thinking "do I really want this?!" But then I weep great racking sobs every period and realise that yes. Yes I bloody do. I only want 1. I'm not greedy. Just one baby FFS.
I read once that a positive mindset makes fuck all difference to the survival rates of cancer sufferers. As such Ive not put myself under much pressure to pretend to be chirpy. If I want to get drunk and cry and irritate my non-understanding friends then I bloody will do. It's been a pity party for 1, and actually sometimes it is a relief to wallow.
Fucking body cunt. Anyway hello, again. X