Oh @edidxb I can't bear it, such fucking heartache for the July 19ers. What on earth is going on? I'm so so so sorry for you. Reading your post, it seems you have been through the same as me this time, and I believe @rose68 too. Though we've all been through absolute shit 

However, I am pleased you found us 
ratherbe I just couldn't have gone. We live relatively quite far out so just the thought of having to get to the train station, then on the train into London fills me with dread right now. Especially for just a couple of hours. Though I am aiming to go back to work on Monday so I need to psych myself up.
Betty I'm sorry you feel ill. I hope the long nap yesterday helped a bit, you must have needed it.
I'm in awe at those of you who have had to go into work, even WFH makes me anxious, but I think I have just built this all up in my head by not working.
Tinsel We are also TTC right away, and had lovely sex last night for the first time in a couple of weeks. Literally the second the brown blood stopped we pounced on eachother! 
Although, I don't trust my ovaries which basically do as they please because of PCOS
We've been 'lucky' as our little Emily was conceived by surprise when we'd only been together 6 months. We only had unprotected sex a handful of times so it was a bit of a shock to say the least. Especially given my history with TTC - DS1 took 2.5 years as I just wasn't having periods or ovulating. DS2 took 11 months of obsessive temping and researching and symptom spotting. But they were with my ex-H so not sure if that made any difference. Though doubt it was down to him as he has since had another child with his GF very quickly.
After we lost Emily, I fell pregnant within a month or two. So, again, I was shocked given my struggles.
Then 2.5 horribly long years later we TTC again and it only took 4 months to conceive Popsy.
I just don't know what my body will do, but I am so desperate to be pregnant again. I just cannot think about whether or not we will conceive this month or next month or next year or whatever. I am, however, going to start using my Ovusense thingie again tonight now that bleeding has officially stopped - you can't use it when bleeding, not sure why.
I'm so desperate for it to happen quickly but I know I won't trust another pregnancy ever again. I feel so sad that if/when we get another BFP, we just can't allow ourselves to be happy about it. Three losses just cannot be shit luck, there has to be something more sinister going on 
I have also gone back to my reduced dairy, reduced, gluten, and reduced sugar diet that I was on when we were TTC Popsy. PCOS creates an insulin production problem and also hates dairy so I do believe that helped us to conceive our little one.
God, it is boring though!
Sorry, I've waffled on about me again and not even asked you how your little boy is! And I cannot imagine how it felt to have to hold that baby. I'd have had to say no and let DH hold the baby. You're a real trooper I have to say.
smerlin I think I will stay away from anything that might have a trigger. I have learnt to spot these a mile off in those horrid 2.5 years that we weren't TTC.
ratherbe Oh god, I know what you mean about people taking risks. I barely moved a muscle in fear this time around, didn't even sniff coffee. Yet you see all these people just doing what the hell they want and all is fine. I was driving in town the other day and I saw a very young woman (babies having babies) pushing a pram and she was puffing away on a fag - I was so angry I screamed "you selfish fucking C**t" and burst into tears - she wouldn't have heard me but it still made me feel better.
Talking of losing my shit, I did that again yesterday at home. We have a fridge in the utility room and the boys keep leaving the fridge door open as they just swing it shut but it is old and needs to be pushed close properly.
I had a small plastic basket in the hands and I yelled so loud I hurt my throat and smashed the basket over and over again on the kitchen work surface - I was like an animal. Then I sat in the utility room with the door closed and sobbed. My poor boys didn't know what to do, I told them to get out of my sight. What a horrible mummy I am. I did apologise afterwards and gave them hugs. They know I'm not really angry at them. And there I go, moaning at others for being selfish c**ts when I treat my own children like that...
This is turning me into such a freak. I think nearly 3 years of heartache is actually causing a nervous breakdown. I'm like a ticking time bomb
How much more heartache do we have to go through before I'm sectioned....
Anyway, today, DP is at home with me and his friend, who is a plumber, is over fixing our new taps and a few other bits that need doing. He's a really funny guy, and has the same humour as us (very very dark and dry) so I have actually cracked a few smiles today which is nice 
Sorry, another long post from me!