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It's now been 11 months TTC and I've not had any luck yet. I get my period each month still (And I hear getting period means you aren't pregnant.) And I recently turned 22.
I am overweight, that is probably effecting it, but my mum who is severely obese had 3 children! And it didn't take her this long. I also get some crazy veins in my breasts, and I get my hopes up. And then I get stomach pains, pee alot, again, my hopes are high that these are all the symptoms of a beautiful angel, growing inside of me.. But then the witch comes and ruins it, each time. Again, my body is playing tricks on me, I woke up feeling ill, and pee'd like 4 times already today.
And my confidence of my own body starts to deteriorate. It makes me hate myself, makes me feel so jealous of those that take under 6 months to get pregnant. And it also makes me envy those that are still at it and trying after a year. But I just can't understand why it takes so long.
I just want to be a mum, to hold my daughter or son in my arms and tell her/him that I love them. To do mother things. To be always occupied, to feel proud and joy from being a mother. Why are our bodies the hardest to work with? Sigh.. Sorry, had to vent.
I am overweight, that is probably effecting it, but my mum who is severely obese had 3 children! And it didn't take her this long. I also get some crazy veins in my breasts, and I get my hopes up. And then I get stomach pains, pee alot, again, my hopes are high that these are all the symptoms of a beautiful angel, growing inside of me.. But then the witch comes and ruins it, each time. Again, my body is playing tricks on me, I woke up feeling ill, and pee'd like 4 times already today.
And my confidence of my own body starts to deteriorate. It makes me hate myself, makes me feel so jealous of those that take under 6 months to get pregnant. And it also makes me envy those that are still at it and trying after a year. But I just can't understand why it takes so long.
I just want to be a mum, to hold my daughter or son in my arms and tell her/him that I love them. To do mother things. To be always occupied, to feel proud and joy from being a mother. Why are our bodies the hardest to work with? Sigh.. Sorry, had to vent.