Thanks guys, but I won't be menkulling over FFJ types as is game over for me this month.
I am doing v badly, acksherly. Bit of the moist eyes as I type You lot may or may not have noticed a total lack of 2WOOFLing (apart from the FFJ enquiry) from me this month. This is because TYF and I have been quietly getting our hopes up. Yesterday was CD26 and DPO10 - have had not a 'hint of a tint' in the ole gusset, which is, as you know, unheard of for me with my pink panther marathons every month, and I've been having absolutely none of my unusual pre-droid symptoms except for getting huge veiny zeppelin boobs (had to go and buy cheapy bra in the next cup size!) that were ridiculously painful - I get an on-off painful left nip usually, but this time both norks have been so tender I've been on the verge of tears several times a day. And yesterday, I felt really sick and had heartburn all day. But no! How stupid were we to believe we could win a baybee?! Because I had a wonderful start to the day this morning - pink panther. [menkul] Last night we were so happy and cuddling up talking soppy babychat because we were cautiously (well, he was!) optimistic that we'd won. This mindfuck of hope has been far crueller than starting to spot on D20 as has been usual of late!
Sorry to waffle on, but am so low. I know it's not as awful as poor old Twink's bastard letter , but it's hit me so hard. TTC has got me so depressed that I can't rouse myself to do anything - haven't been to gym for @ a month, can't be arsed to do any hobbies or anything, just feel miserable with babyneed 24-7.
Twink, that letter fuck-up is so shit. You have my sympathy, love and comedy violence. Where's my inflatable hammer?
Am off to cry some more now. Really need to go to gym today but can't face leaving flat. Just want to lie here and not exist for a bit.