Right that's it, I'm going to live in a cave where no-one can tell me they're pregnant, or that they've had an accident, or that it was only their first month of trying, or they only forgot to take their pill once, or that they weren't really trying. I am turning into such a horrible person, and I really can't cope with who I'm becoming but this TTC lark is slowly killing me from the inside out. It's not fair, I've had my share of health problems in the past, and that was enough of a battle for one lifetime, I really don't think I can face another. I love my husband and we have a great life and I know I should be grateful that he has a secure job and we have a nice house, but there's this big hole in our lives and my stupid body doesn't seem to want to work with me to fix it. Which means that when I open my emails to another pregnancy announcement I just crumble and am left in a puddle on the floor.
I'm sorry for such a self pity-ing rant, but we've told no-one about TTC and you're the only people I can talk to about this. Somehow I don't think calling hubby at work in floods of tears would earn me any wife of the year points.
Gxx