I don't know why I remember this, but it was the 6th of June 2012 that dh and I decided we were 'ready' to have a baby. I was 30, he was 29. We'd been together for 10 years, married for two. We both had good jobs, and were just about to move into our 'family' home.
I was so excited. I bought folic acid and a bbt thermometer. I met two of my close friends at the pub and happily told them we had decided to 'try'.
And here I am two years later with a helpful diagnosis of unexplained infertility. I've lost count of the number of blood tests, I've had undignified transvaginal ultrasound and HSG.
My two friends went on to ttc, and have both had their first baby. My CCG in their wisdom have decided to ignore the NICE guidelines, so I can't be referred for IVF on the NHS for another year.
When AF turned up on Wednesday, I lost it and cried at work. Not sure what I'm looking for by posting. I know we're all in different boats, and I know that two years may not seem that long to some. But I just wanted to get my frustration at the unfairness of it all out into the universe.