Last month I thought we'd hit the jackpot. For the whole of my TWW I was quesy, dizzy, tired and ate for England. We were convinced. Then AF arrived. This month is the same story. Sore boobs, bloated belly, quesiness and niggling stomach pains but as the last 20 months have proved - I've been so wrong. I'm fed up of it now. I could get through my tww if my body didn't keep reminding me of what my OH and I deperately yearn for.