Queenie I'll join you - started spotting yesterday (CD23, 8DPO) and droid is bleeping with a vengeance today. Bleeping rusty bastard fucker.
Warning Warning Warning... self indulgent weepy crap coming up..... avert eyes now if offended ....
I broke down in tears on the shop floor at work yesterday. I was feeling pretty shit about the spotting, and then saw a little girl, not much older than Iris, trying to push her very new sibling in the pram around the shop. And it broke my heart that Iris might never get that. I had to run off to the bogs.
I cried all the way home and TG was his usual understanding self. Not. We ended up having a huge row, basically because we are not on the same page where ttc is concerned and he finds it impossible to understand how I feel. He also thinks that on some level I am 'making' the droid appear every month because I 'hope' to be pregnant. WTF? Apparently at some point hope gives way and I start to prepare for the worst, thereby making it happen. If that is right then why I am bleeding like a stuck pig and still hoping it might stop at any moment because it is the fabled implantation bleed?
All I needed was some fucking sympathy and a hug, some understanding that of course I would be disappointed not to have a longer LP again. I did not want a fucking lesson in everything I am doing wrong (without being able to tell me how to make it right). I was so fucking angry I just wanted to set fire to all my supplements and herbs etc and then chuck TG on top.
He said he'd rather have me screaming and crying every month than just being quiet and shutting him out, like the last few months. For the record, I haven't had a meltdown like this since Nov and have really been trying to be all zen and positive, therefore not really having anything to talk about. He took that to mean I am somehow bottling things up. FFS.
I think I am more upset by TG's lack of understanding than I am by the bastard droid. And that is saying something.
I feel so ARRRGGHHHHHH. Why am I actually bothering with all of this treatment/herbs/needles when nothing seems to fucking work? Am I just supposed to give up? I don't know how to do that without becoming a bitter caaahh and probably losing my marriage in the process.
I will be in the pit if anyone wants me. Please just keep chucking gin in every now and again to top me up.
Sorry for memememememe post. Nip twists and black eyes for you all.