Why why why do we do it to ourselves? Every month I tell myself not to get my hopes up and yet I do and then I'm desperately disappointed when AF arrives. Have just been crying in the supermarket aisle whilst buying tampons like a total loser. This is only month 7 or 8 (is it terrible that I can't remember the first month we tried?) so I know it's still early days in the long run but I'm heartbroken.
My partner suggested we buy a yearly wall calendar and 'get military' about the whole thing. Bless him. He means so well so I'm not criticising but it was such a male response. I just want to cry and eat ice cream and sit and hate life for five minutes, not faff about with sticky dots and wall charts.