So, I was having a decent month, until a couple of days ago.
I was scheduled to have AF on Sunday. For the past couple of weeks, I've had lots of pregnancy signs. I've been waking up 2 time a night to go pee, which is very unusual for me because I sleep like a rock!! I have also been having extreme dizzy spells, which I have never had before. I have also been feeling like there's a heaviness in my uterus. So when the day came and went for AF to arrive, I started to get a bit excited. Unfortunately, on Tuesday morning, I was outside trying to wrangle my dog into his carrier, and I slipped on the wet grass and fell on my butt really hard.
I've tested a couple time in the last week and they were all BFN. So, I'm not sure if I was actually pregnant and it just wasn't registering on the tests, but I haven't had any of those previous symptoms since I fell. And then this morning I got they joy of waking up to AF four days late. So I'm definitely not pregnant, but I can't help but think that my falling had something to do with it. I'm just not sure what to think anymore. And everyone telling me not to let it bother me, is starting to get on my nerves. How can I not let it bother me?
So to everyone who read this, thank you for letting me vent.
And if anyone has any suggestions on things to take my mind off of all this sadness, and maybe something else to obsess over?
Hey hun,
I know what you mean. On the cycle just before this one, I got LOADS of pregnancy signs too: tired ALL the time, always seemed to be hungry, boobs tingly, needing to pee far more than I normally do, etc. And then it just stopped and AF came a few days later. It is really frustrating cos you start to get all excited that "this may be the month!" and then it doesn't happen. It's quite a shock to accept it when you were almost "convinced" you were pregnant.
I went out and bought myself (and future baby!) a little soft toy bunny. It's been fantastic, cos it's been something I could hold onto when I weep my heart out, but also a physical reminder of why I'm putting myself through all this hell of scans and tests and drugs.
It's not really something that makes the sadness go away, but it's certainly given me something to focus my "loss" at, and a way of acknowledging it. Does that make sense?
My problem now is trying not to go "baby shopping mad" and drive hubby insane in the process! He's very unemotional about the whole thing. Guess it's just his way of dealing with it.
Rambling now. Hope I've helped a little.
Lots of hugs and huge amounts of sticky baby dust,
xxx