My husband and I decided to ttc shortly after getting married. It turned out to be a little too much pressure for him so we used home insemination. After 3 cycles, we were overjoyed to fall pregnant. The pregnancy was a dream, then it all went wrong, our son was born early and passed away. This was 10 months ago.
For the last 8 months, we have been ttc again, using home insemination. Every month, I have to deal with the horrific grief of my son not being here and the terrible realisation that I am not pregnant again.
I am so sick of life beating me down. I spent my whole adult life getting things in place to raise a family and now life is mocking me. People around me fall pregnant left, right and centre and I hate them all. I can't be happy for them, I have to cut them out and stop seeing them. I can't stand their smug happiness whilst I feel like I am dying inside.
I can't shake the idea that something is wrong inside. I get so much spotting now, which I read means low progesterone but my basal temp is usually really good. My cycles are fairly regular, albeit shorter than before my son. I thought I pinpointed ovulation well but recently noticed that my opks and basal temperature place ovulation slightly differently. For example, my opks suggested I ovulated last week on Sunday or Monday but my temp dip was on Wednesday and the surge on Thursday. I am now either 5 or 7 and started spotting this morning. I am likely to have about 6 or 7 days of this, then af will come.
My GP just says that he can't help until I have been trying for a year. And even then, he is not sure what I qualify for because my son was born alive so technically, I don't fall under the heading of childless. I have a private clinic appointment next week because I am 32 soon and I want to get things moving.
Why won't life just give me a rainbow? All I ever wanted was to bring my children up and, if it isn't going to happen, I don't know what I will do. There is nothing else I want and I can't just sit watching everyone else live the life I want.