Self indulgent rant warning
I'm pretty fucking miserable this morning. Another BFP, 2 days late, no af in sight, symptoms up to the eyeballs but clearly not pregnant and I generally feel a bit defective. I know you're not out till you're out and all that and I might have got my dates wrong, it's the first cycle post mc, all that. But the prospect of a healthy pregnancy and a baby at the end of it feels a million bastard miles away and I'm so so bloody tired and fed up of it all

We had a chat this morning and if af does eventually show we're going to ditch the app (which I do find priceless but is making me very crazy), spend some money on the house, book a decent holiday, I need to tackle the driving and get my license and we'll not try but not stop it either. I Might change my mind in a month but the way I'm feeling now I need off the crazy train I'm on.
Most of the time I'm fine and the rest of life is good. But it never goes away does it? I was due my precious baby in 2 months, it's gone so incredibly quickly. And all I feel like I've done in the time I should have been happy and healthy and chubby and pregnant is bleed and cry and worry. Which isn't really true, but that's what it feels like in the shit moments.
On the one hand I'm wedded to healthy eating, clean living vitamins, sleep, trying to be as good as I can. But maybe what I need is a holiday, a bucket full of cocktails, a few packets of fags, some late nights and a bit more sodding spontaneity.
All done xxx