Hello Mumsnet!
We're less than a year in ttc #1, so I should begin by saying I know some posters have been trying longer and I have so very much sympathy with that.
But I need to admit I'm not ok. I thought I was ok, waiting for the moment of a BFP and all the adventure that follows. Recently engaged and supposedly excited for the future. But after having taken a claw hammer to enthusiastically murder a built in cupboard earlier today when my period started, I realise it is a bit more than that. (For context, we've bought a fixer upper and the ugly ass wardrobe had had it coming for a while but I've still made a biblical mess and fiancé is going to flip).
I am sticking it out in a dismal job for the future maternity benefits. But two months of unsuccessfully ttc properly charting (and a few months of generally trying before that) have made me so sad. I'm miserable not knowing when, or even if, having a family will ever happen for me. Every month when I get my period it is making me so sad. Like my prison sentence in this shitty job and nobabyville has been extended.
I'm 38, terrified it's all a bit too late for me and desperate to be pregnant. I feel like I should be happy for what I do have but really I was so desperate for it all for so long that I've run out of patience before our journey has really started. I spent five years single before meeting my fiancé and feel like I used up all my patience watching all my friends and my sister meet "the one", get married and have kids.
I guess what I'm asking is whether anyone else feels the same way. And at what point do you have to admit this is not waiting for a BFP, but rather waiting to be happy?
Ugh. Apologies for the negativity but would be lovely to hear from anyone feeling the same level of "omfgiwanttoquitmyjobandhavebabiesaboutfiveyearsago".
P.s. That bastard cupboard had it coming and demolition is totally a form of therapy. Just a shame it brought all the plaster down with it. 