So I’m back at CD1 today and rather than cry I am just trying to accept it. I decided to write my feelings in a poem. Hope you like it 😊 x

The TWW is over I discovered on Sunday night. I fold over the toilet paper as I look at the bright red sight.

It sits in the loo before me, I stifle a little cry another chance is over, another month has passed me by.

CD1 has just begun, it’s time to start again, i start to scroll though Amazon to help forget about the pain.

His and her vitamins, lubricant and more, pregnancy test and ovulation sticks, yes the postman’s at the door!

Ovulation sticks are ready its approaching my fertile week. I get excited checking every day till I get my peak.

My partner he is tired as I insist ‘just one more time’. This could be the one I say for day number nine!

The TWW begins I am bursting full of hope, with each twinge I google symptoms

It’s become a bit of a joke.

Anything is a symptom if you put pregnancy after it. ‘I stubbed my toe, pregnancy sign?’ I’m really losing it!

The days go by so slowly I’m convinced this is my time, I pull out a pregnancy test in the hope I’ll see a second line.

In the 3 minute countdown my thoughts are wild, so much rushes through my head, what names? what schools? what everything, would labour be midwife or Dr led?

So much hope is held inside these things, seconds, 30,20, 10

I turn it over with baited breath another BFN!

Don’t worry I convince my self I’m sure this is it this time, it was much to early to test I say only DPO 9.

It’s days since I have tested, lower back pain has begun, this is it now I can feel it

But then it’s CD1...