I think I've found my thread.
3 fucking bastarding twatting years of life wasted.
I have endometriosis so every failed month is also crippling agony.
Supposed to start self funded IVF at the beginning of the year, postponed due to a thyroid anomaly on my bloods.
Supposed to start IVF mid year, postponed because the three years of life destroying, relentless, agonising stress has triggered fibromyalgia and burn out in my already fucked up body.
So that's that. Stuck here, trying to get better from an illness caused by immeasurable pressure to get pregnant, whilst obviously unable to do the only thing that would make me feel better - get pregnant.
Friends tell me when they're ttc. Thoughtful in theory but then I'm on tenterhooks waiting for the announcement, which always happens so quickly, further compounding my feelings of complete and utter fucking inadequacy.
I avoid them. I avoid their beautiful children. I can't cope with being around their happy families, I feel like they've stolen my dream, stolen my life. I fucking hate myself for it.
DH says the only person putting pressure on me is myself. Fuck you DH. I hear him sigh when looking at Facebook and seeing baby pictures, I hear him sigh when babies come on tv. I see the look of wonderment when he sees pregnant women. I recognise the folorn expression on his face when we meet new arrivals. And it MAKES. ME. FEEL. LIKE. A. BAG. OF. FUCKING. SHIT. So no, I'm not putting the fucking pressure on my fucking self!
I am a failure.
And I've tried everything, haven't we all, so I don't even bother opening myself up to suggestions anymore. I feel desolate. Like every time we get close, the goalposts move. As a result, I am now on ADs, I have isolated myself and I've pretty much given up! Sick to fucking death of living my life by my cycle day. It is no life, no life at all.