Hello - I'm new on this board and feeling very confused. My husband and I spent seven years and thousands of pounds on unsuccessful IVF. Anyone who's had trouble conceiving will know how all-consuming it can become and we were losing sight of ourselves as a couple in the quest for the Bisto family life. Anyway, after the last failure we decided enough was enough. We looked at our nice jobs and nice house and bought some nice pale coloured furniture and resolved to be good auntie and uncle/godparent types. We went on a holiday to Cuba where we drank a LOT of rum cocktails, went scuba diving and horse riding and even smoked cigars. We came back and booked a skiing holiday for January (all the fun things we've been not doing "just in case...")
Anyway. It appears I'm now pregnant the old fashioned way. I'm torn between panic that I've damaged the poor little thing irreparably before it had a chance, and euphoria that something miraculous might be happening, and worry that I'm too old and too (newly) appreciative of my nice, sophisticated minimalist life to be able to bond, and terror that I might lose this one as I have others....HELP!!!