I fucking love this thread.
I have been trying for 2.5years first BFP. In that time there's been accidents, illness, close family becoming extremely, bitches with nothing better to do, lovely couples TTC just as hard then turning all smug with 'omg, you're still trying', hospitals saying you're too fat (no drinking or smoking yet a few stone overweight), fucking starving, fucking pregnancy testing like an addict, fucking yoga, fucking listening to all the good but mainly shit advice, popping folic acid like I know what I'm doing, generally not allowed full results until my appointment ON FUCKING HALLOWEEN but I get 'it all seems normal, don't worry', trying to find the most comfortable upside down position but failing and looking like clumsy fucking panda rolling about the bed trying to keep 'it' in... dirty fucking thirties... or twenties or forties, whatever you are, I fucking understand!!!!!
Will I keep trying? Yes, it's my fucking dream and someone I love more than life is seriously ill, they're hoping I get a BFP more so at times!
But God... I feel fucking hopeless!!!
I wish on an island, with a cocktail, a cigarette and watching my OH trying swim, the plank! Ha ha!
Fuck AF. And spots. And healthy lifestyle. And my fucking chocolate ban.