Oh Meh. It's awful that Mr Meh feels guilty, on top of everything, and awful that you feel guilty for crying. Guilt guilt guilt. Another one of the lovely by-products of all this. Particularly galling when you can actually point to a person who is at least partly guilty - I want to go back and sue his fucking doctor for you both. I want to sue the universe!
Potatoes Glad you're having a restful holiday and hoping your knee settles down & that you manage to get your leg over while you're away. So romantic when your love life is reduced to issues of infection risk management.
Harold thinking of you if you're out there.
Biscuits Got everything crossed that the pregnancy continues to go smoothly. Loving the idea of so many of us furiously de-cluttering our way through the anxiety. Not that I've started yet. In fact I'm only 40 pages into the book.
Kiwi DH's semen analyses have varied quite a lot in terms of count, morphology, antisperm antibodies (sometimes loads, sometimes none), etc. Clinics use different standards of measuring morphology, which can also confuse matters. The first clinic we went to said DH's morphology was around 20% while the clinic we're with now uses a different assessment method (Kruger strict) and for the past 3 SA's he's hovered around 3-4%.
Sammy hang in there, blasto!
I've tested out my trigger. Piss sticks went negative 3 days ago. In previous pregnancies I've always had a bfp by 10dpo. That will be Saturday. Which is also my birthday. The last birthday of my 30s. The beginning, in fact, of my 40th year.
I don't fear the result - I don't even fear not having children at the moment, that feels like such a remote & abstract possibility - I just want a break from the anger & sadness & anxiety, and I fear the inevitability of how I will feel. I have done everything I can to prepare, and still I know I will want to crawl out of my skin with misery. I woke up so angry with myself this morning because I'd had a dream that I was pregnant. I try to beat every last scrap of hope and desire out of myself and it just waits until I'm vulnerable and bites me in the arse. I'm just so tired.