That positivity that has been keeping me going is waning slightly.
I don’t know why, but as time goes on I seem to be feeling worse, not better.
90% of the time I am fine. Looking forward to holiday, losing weight (half a stone down in 2 weeks!) and generally feeling ok about life. But then suddenly, I will see something, or hear something, or just think something that hits me like a ton of bricks.
I was supposed to have my 16 weeks midwife appointment next week. I’m supposed to have a bump and be complaining about putting on weight. I’m supposed to be pregnant. But I’m not and it cripples me for that 10% of the time.
This 90% - 10% thing now seems to be 80% - 20%....I keep finding myself staring into space or fighting with myself to try and snap out of it.
I talk to H about it, but there’s nothing really to say that hasn’t been said. I’m desperate to get pregnant again, but also terrified of this happening again. I don’t know where I am with my cycle, I have no idea if I am even able to carry a baby full term. What if this was my only chance and it never happens again?
I know I’m lucky really, I’m young and I can try again. There are people who have tried longer than me or with known fertility issues, but it’s hard to see past your own situation sometimes.
There’s really no need to reply, I just need to vent a bit. Sorry. x