Well, last week was pants. I don’t have a more eloquent word to describe it. This is one of those cycles where I’m like ‘FFS! You aren’t playing nicely so end already.’ I was ill with cystitis again. My worst…
Thea is my Mother Theresa. She pointed out today that I need to stop using the word infertility when I talk about what I’m going through. To focus on achieving happiness and health instead of what my body isn’t yet doing.
I love her. She’s positive, warm, funny and human. Every woman going through this should have a Thea.
My temperature went through the roof because of the flu. It was a lovely peak to see on my graph since I don’t usually peak like that post-ovulation. On Wednesday afternoon I sat on my sofa, snuggled under a blanket…