Hi all, thanks for all your lovely messages. It means so much as I can't tell anyone in RL yet (other than DH obviously) and I really really want to! So this is my only outlet, so your congratulations - particularly coming from the place where we all are - mean so much.
Anyway, another test yesterday morning on my official test date and I was so worried that it would just say Not Pregnant You Stupid Deluded Woman, but it didn't, so I've called the clinic and arranged a scan for 3 weeks time. I've also been super efficient and got my lovely GP to prescribe Cyclogest for me for the next 8 weeks, saving a bundle on this. I still can't sit down, or relax, I'm just so happy and it feels like everything has fallen into place for us. Having said that, I'm looking forward to getting the scan over and done with as I always expect to get bad news at these things - experience from years of infertility tests I guess.
Anyway, Sooty laps of the beach? Really? I'm looking at a muddy garden, in the cold foggy drizzle, knowing I have to take the dogs out on the moor later on today. Walking on the moor may sound romantic in a Cathy/Heathcliff kind of way, but rest assured it isn't, at least not when walking two thick labradors who want to chase/shag/roll in everything and one toddler whose aim in life appears to be jumping in the biggest puddles she can find, repeatedly. On Monday I had the lovely situation of DD running fast toward the cattle grid, one dog having caught a diseased rabbit that was still squeaking and the other dog on the lead making valiant attempts to play tug-of-war with the rabbit to help it on its way. And then, once I'd got two out of three penned in the car, the dog-with-now-deceased-rabbit wouldn't let go of it and was trying to get it in the car. There I am, thinking that I really really don't want to wrestle this rabbit out of the dog's mouth as it is crawling with wee beasties, thinking what am I going to do? I phoned DH, who was crying with laughter and then helpfully put me on speakerphone for the entertainment of the entire floor at Canary Wharf. That is what I call support!
spook sorry your DH is still ill and not being a textbook patient. Have you tried the overloading technique as I find this really really works for me when I'm at the point of losing it - you gather up fresh cups of tea/coffee, glass of water, tasty snacks, new magazines/books by favourite people, make sure he has remote controls for everything, painkillers etc - basically smother with kindliness and thoughfulness. Then you can leave him to soak up all the niceness whilst you leave the house quietly.
lottie how are you doing? Do you have dates yet for the start of your next cycle? I had to laugh at your Moderate Poorlyness Syndrome as it did ring bells. Good news on your possible ovulation this month too.
Roseca how are you? Any decisions yet or will you wait until Friday's scan? So difficult to know what to do.
Rattling April will be here before you know it, it is practically Feb already and look how short that is. And don't forget that spring/summer IVF cycles to statistically have a better chance of working.
Rattling wow, two heartbeats! Such lovely news for you. Congralations