Well, I come to you well and truely cheesed off! When exactly does a pregnancy start to count as something worth celebrating?? I have (very) recently conceived after over 2 years of trying naturally, and several iui cycles both with and without hormones (I already have one DD who is 4 yrs old - conceived naturally after 2 1/2 yrs of trying). This should be hip, hip, hooray time and in a way it is, but at the same time its like this huge cloud of 'lets not get too excited because after all you still might miscarry' descends as soon as the disbelief of those two blue lines wears off. Last time we didn't tell anyone until I was 13 weeks and they were some of the hardest 13 weeks of my life. It's like it's all you can think about but you can't actually mention it and anyway, lets not forget, it may not make it to 13 weeks anyway. Does anybody out there know what I mean?? I feel so frustrated. Do I dare to be happy? Or doesn't it count until some sort of 'survival milestone' has been passed?