…even after we had a ball this weekend- and I cheated on all my new resolutions- I drank alcohol, I smoked cigarettes and my diet went right out of the window! I figured that since I knew for sure I wasn’t pregnant, there was no way my indulging would hurt anyone but me.
Seriously bunnies. It feels like we’ve been on the Fertiboost forever, but it hasn’t even been 2 months. And it’s recommended that 3 to 6 months is the ideal… as with any homeopathic or natural supplement. I’ve stopped taking my Zyrtec– which I really battle without because I am allergic to so many plants… so I’m sneezing my head off at the moment… but I’ve switched to a homeopathic thing called “Luffeel”, and it’s also going to take a few months before it starts working properly. It’s safe for pregnancy which is good, and I’m hoping that by the time we fall pregnant it will be working properly (see, I’m being positive). I wish I could take my Zyrtec and the Luffeel at the same time!
Anyhoodle. The reading I’ve been doing lately recommends stopping all prescribed medications, caffeine, nicotine and alcohol as soon as you start trying to have a baby. A friend of mine actually said as much at a BlogGirls meet a while ago, but I wasn’t really concerned at the time as I am purely a social drinker and smoker. So that’s what we’re doing now. My Glugs also has cut down on caffeine and sugar. And we’re exercising with the dancing, though I think we could do more.
I feel better today than I did last Friday though. I was technically 2 days late- and whilst I kept telling myself not to get excited there was still a little sliver of hope… which was very spitefully quashed on Friday morning.
And I am getting annoyed with myself because I am jealous of people who are preggers and because when we started on this journey we were determined not to let it get us down as all the fun in trying goes out the window! I’m annoyed at my getting jealous because this has not been as much of a mission for us as it is for people I know, and consider friends of mine.
It sounds lame even when I try and explain it to myself!
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.