#notpregnantjustfat

🎜🎝Just Gotta Ride it!🎝🎝 Full disclosure I was...and still very much am, a HAUOGE Boyzone fan (don't judge me!), so I can't hear them words without hearing the Ronan Keating - 'Life is a Rollercoaster ' song merrily playing in my head. Anywho, moving swiftly on from my teenage crushes, the sentiment is there, life really is  a rollercoaster and no one know that better than those of us on the infertility track. Just last week I realised how seriously down and stressed I have been for months, but only when I started to feel better, as I finally had some movement on my own journey.  As many of you will know, back in November I was finally  referred for testing, as was my husband. He got his appointment soon after in January (gold stars all around for his swimmers FYI), and I thought that I would follow shortly after that as I was brought in for a pre-op assessment for a laparoscopy, hysteroscopy, D&C and dye test also in January. Unfortunately every time...

OK so for anyone on tenterhooks after my last post, I can clear everything up very quickly. My 'show' soon developed into a full-blown underwear massacre (sorry for the imagery) and I spent the rest of my evening watching trash TV cuddled up to - what turned out to be - a leaky hot water bottle. To add insult to injury I didn't even realise until I got up to refill it as it was wrapped in a blanket and I felt how cold and wet my whole abdomen was. So there it is...I'm not pregnant, just fat. Still. Now the 'in-the-know' fertile Gods out there may be tutting in disgust at my acknowledgement of being fat as it is a well known medical fact that carrying extra weight may impact fertility negatively. Well guess what fertility Gods...I KNOW! When I say I am fat, I don't mean I'm a roly-poly, Fatty McFatterson who needs the roof removed and a crane to be lifted out of the house (although some days I don't feel too far away!). What I mean is that I am...