Hiya everyone. Sorry I’m just needing a wee rant.
I feel like I have been on this journey for forever. The jabs, the collection, the constipation, the transfer, the bloat, the penguin waddle, the otd day …. The sadness, the tears. The sod it let’s get drunk, then the right let’s start again.
No BFP not once. I swear if the stick ever has two lines I may walk my bloated arse to specsavers and buy a new pair of glasses.
I don’t feel sad anymore for what we don’t have, I don’t feel anger at the world anymore. I’d sometimes like to punch Brenda from 2 doors down clean in the face when I see her in her pjamas with a tinnie in one hand, fag in the other screaming at her 5 kids.
I don’t know why this has happened to us. But what I do know is that I have an absolutely wonderful husband who I love sooo much and what’s happening to me is happening to him too.
Everyone is fighting some kind of battle…… even Brenda xxx