Today is Valentine’s Day. Did I enjoy it so far? Not really!
So far I left early to get the food shopping done before work, went to work, fortunately finished by just after 11am, went home, tidied up, did 3 rounds of washing, exercised, fixed holes on clothes and dog bed, picked up children from school, made tea…and the day is not over, yet.
Future husband (that’s if he still wants me) got me some lovely cashmere tops and a card, I in return got him a hoodie and no card as cards are not my thing. He is still out working (new job). I am still stuck with my job as a carer and am job hunting without success.
I still live in a house which I refer to as the “ice house” as it is really cold without radiators on, in an area I hate.
I wouldn’t mind all the above, if I was pregnant. That is the only thing I really desire!
We have been trying for over a year now. Every month I hope anew and every month shark week arrives once again. Twice I have been pregnant but miscarried in the first trimester. And when people say, you just have to relax, I want to rip their heads off! I am soon 43 years old. I don’t have time to relax as time is literally running out!
The other day I checked fertility treatments and since I am not eligible for NHS treatment (too old, already have children), the chances to pay for treatment myself is next zero. I can’t just pull out £5.000,- for IVF… IUI is “only” plus minus £1.000,-.
And wherever I go, whatever I watch, whatever I read in the news, everyone is pregnant. Or so it seems.
So yeah, here I am sitting in my living room, feeling all sorry for myself despite the fact I am not the only one going through things.
Until the next time…