Tuesday 26 May 2015

Spring Bunnies

Plenty of pregnancy announcements popping up at the moment.

All I see is my name missing from the June and October 2015 lists.

Pregnancy loss leaves an emptiness that can never be filled.

Fertility Friend removed my ovulation cross hairs. My cycle still hasn't restarted. I am not pregnant, confirmed with multiple pregnancy tests. Despite having an LH Surge, temperature rise and other signs pointing to ovulation, it must not of happened? CD51 and counting.

Wednesday 13 May 2015

8th of May 2015

This was written a week ago, at the point my inner thoughts started to bubble over and spread:
You were conceived on May the 4th, 2015 (May the force by with you!). By the light of a epic full moon, so bright it made the normally pitch black bedroom glow, so massive its presence dominated the night sky.
I hope this means you’ll stay with me. The loss of your siblings breaks my heart more and more each day.
I decided to start writing to my unborn children from the moment of conception, as I wish I had of done for my son. A journal for him to read when he's older. To know your life right from that first spark of creation.

The problem with that is, unlike some lucky souls who get up the duff easily and then continue to full term to have a happy healthy baby.... I have recurrent loss. So while the idea of a journal from the beginning is nice, it will undoubtedly leave many, many unfinished stories.

Fast forward to now.... I usually get a positive pregnancy test 10 days after ovulation. They are all (I've done 7 so far) starkly white. No second line. No matter how much I will it to be there.

This is good, you shouldn't get pregnant right after a D&C. You run the risk of not having enough of a lining in the uterus to sustain a viable pregnancy.

Still. I long for that second line. My chest feels that much heavier.

Currently CD38/10DPO and just wish the next 9 days would hurry up. Back to square one.

Hello World

It's a long time since I wrote my thoughts anywhere.

Over 10 years in fact.

The turmoil of my thoughts now lead me here, in the hope that writing them down will put them to rest.