I am picking up a pattern in the BFP’s and the BFN’s. There is a definite cycle, and I ended up in the BFN wave in my hurry to get to IVF 2. Silly me.
In all the blogs I read, and all the forums I stalk, there has been mostly bad news. So I am going to play this thing like the stock-market. As soon as I notice a change in the trend, I will be jumping onto the BFP bandwagon and riding that wave instead. I look forward to some surprising results.
Having said that, I have put the Hoff onto a plethora of vitamins and minerals, and have done the same for myself – I am already bracing for the Statistical Bullet (as another If’ers blog is so aptly named). I am gearing up for more acu and maybe some hypnotherapy, and a touch of yoga. Desperate times call for desperate measures, no? Failing all of that, and my eventual FET, I will adopt. Black, white, pink, green, whatever as long as it is human.
You may have guessed that I am in a bit of a funk at the mo. I am not sleeping at night, and I battle to get out of bed in the morning (probably due to the aforementioned). I have no energy, and also feeling a tad manic. Like, now I am fine. Just now, however, is a whole other bag of chips. I can’t face my neighbours and their newborn. I can’t face pregnant people who complain about being pregnant (I know I know, it’s not all roses and peonies…) and those who take their pregnancies for granted*.
I am sorry to be such a drain, I just needed to get it out there. I do feel a little better for it. Just a little.
*this excludes previously infertile pregnant women – you may complain to your hearts content, and I am all ears.