Morning everyone xx
In summary:
Big Fat Fuck Off No + 2 x Flights to Portugal + 1 x Clearblue Digital Fertility Monitor = A very expensive morning for Viv.
And would you believe it, but an hour after I got the big fat fuck off no, AF finally put in an appearance. That, my friends, is the definition of Sod's Law...
I think what's frustrating me most about all this is that both of my pregnancies were conceived at the first time of trying, so I'm just not bloody used to it not working.
Still, onwards and upwards. Just got back from my meeting with my consultant who ran through the blood test results that we got back last month. All is fine - no chromosomal abnormalities / chance of us going through that again is 0.75% / physically, I'm fine and clearly have no problem conceiving (ha!) / he's sure I'll have a bouncing baby by the end of this year. Gosh, what it must be like to have his optimism.
Anyway, enough memememe. A big hug and welcome to Pollyanna and Muser and Yogamat. I'm glad that you've found us, even though it's taken something really shitty to get you here. We're a lovely bunch, I promise.
Muser - I've had two losses in a row and it's utterly soul-destroying - and it doesn't help when well-meaning friends and family say things like, "Oh give yourself a break now" or "Don't rush into trying again".
However, somebody on one of the other threads on which I post said to me that when the pain of not trying hurts more than the fear of trying, then you know it's time to try. Which I think is quite possibly the best advice i've ever received.
If anyone could do me the honours of putting me back to the bottom of the list on D1, that would be fabulous, ta!
Much love to everyone xxx