As anyone who has been TTC-ing for a while will know, one of the most annoying things people can say is 'just relax and stop thinking about it'! AAaarrrgggh!!! You want to scream 'oh sorry, why hadn't I thought of that?! Someone should tell medical science that conception is all in the mind'.
The latest pearl of advice came from my friend who fell pregnant while on the pill. I am happy for her, and she had her own problems with a traumatic birth, but she has no idea what it is like to 'try' for a baby. I know she is only trying to say helpful things, and so is everyone else who offers their twopence worth, but I wish they wouldn't.
Unless someone knows where my 'off' switch is there is no way I am going to be able to just forget about TTC, even if I wanted to. I am that stage in my cycle where I am hoping any small twinge could be a sign of my BFP and preparing myself for the crash when it's not.
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Saturday, 5 March 2011
Friday, 4 February 2011
I hope the universe is laughing
The universe is having a laugh with me today. Knowing that I'm on my way to meet my heavily pregnant friend for lunch, AF has dished up some lovely cramps and backache just to let me know she's on her way. As my friend waddles over, I am all too well aware that my baby chances are over for this month.
It's been 6 months of babydancing now and nothing. No BFP, not even a faint evap line that could be seen if I squint and hold it sideways out the window. Zilch. Who knew it would be this hard?
After 13 years of desperately trying not to get pregnant, the irony of all those false alarms and panicked morning after pills is not lost on me. It's really quite funny, in a black humour, makes you want to cry kind of way.
To top it off my lunch partner got pregnant by accident. No crossed fingers, OPKs, symptom spotting or obsessively peeing on sticks. Just like that.
As we munch chips together and laugh about her husband's embarassing questions in birthing classes I can't help thinking I'd put up with the embarassing questions, slight waddle and craving for soft cheese, if it was just my turn.
It's been 6 months of babydancing now and nothing. No BFP, not even a faint evap line that could be seen if I squint and hold it sideways out the window. Zilch. Who knew it would be this hard?
After 13 years of desperately trying not to get pregnant, the irony of all those false alarms and panicked morning after pills is not lost on me. It's really quite funny, in a black humour, makes you want to cry kind of way.
To top it off my lunch partner got pregnant by accident. No crossed fingers, OPKs, symptom spotting or obsessively peeing on sticks. Just like that.
As we munch chips together and laugh about her husband's embarassing questions in birthing classes I can't help thinking I'd put up with the embarassing questions, slight waddle and craving for soft cheese, if it was just my turn.
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