Sorry, there's no question in this. I just need a really good moan.
Spent the last week wondering / hoping / wishing that this would be the month. Had even convinced myself of symptoms. Period arrived tonight, a couple is days ahead of schedule. I'm feeling disappointed that there is no BFP for this month but also feeling really really stupid for daring to think there might be.
Have been ttc for 18months but struggling with the practicalities lately due to work shifts. Despite living together we're seeing very little of each other, I work days, he works nights, he leaves for work before I get home. I really don't want to be 'nagging' for sex, but am worried we're not having enough to conceive. I haven't been to the GP about 'ttc' as I'm not sure that we even have enough sex to count as "trying"; and therefore maybe I don't deserve any help from the doctor.
I'm turning myself into a total wreck either waiting for ovulation and hoping that this will coincide with us being in the same place at the same time; then the 2ww, where I just drive myself crazy over every twinge.
When we talked about starting ttc we (naively) thought I'd stop taking the pill and just 'see what happens'. In the year and a half since, nothing has happened. Nothing at all. Except me massively overthinking every possible conceivable sign. I don't think my OH has any idea how much this is on my mind, and I feel silly telling him how upset I've been,
I've debated 'giving up' ttc on a few occasions, including tonight when my period started. Never enough to go back to contraception, but enough to stop tracking cycles for a while. It helps me not be crazy, but lately there seem to be babies and pregnancy announcements everywhere I turn.
I sometimes wonder why we even started this, perhaps I just need to be grateful for the child I already have (now nearly 8). This whole process has left me feeling like a silly naive girl who hasn't a clue what she's doing.
Sorry to rant; but I have avoided telling friends and family, so feel like I need an alternative place to vent my thoughts. This process is awful.