With Dd it was 10 looooong months before we conceived and I admit it was the month I gave up ttc that we managed it.
From about 8 months I hated the end of my cycle and felt depressed about the fact that there didn't seem to be any hope for us .
The harder we tried the more elusive it got.
I reluctantly resigned myself to fertility treatment. God I felt such a fucking failure. I was really very hard on myself , it wasn't a nice place to be.
Dh was far more optimistic, but then they usually are in such matters.
It's shit... the whole thing!
Well I feel fab atm, so obv I'm worrying about m/c
Just waiting for a scan to tell me everything is okay. I don't remember panicking this much before, but I could be wrong. I have a rubbish memory for these things.