If this was the dance version, then it would involve trying to limbo under the low bar with a needle sticking out your gut, whilst simultaneously shoving folic acid and omega 3 fish oils in your gob.

What it actually means is nature is a bitch and I’m stuck in limbo waiting for everything to start. It’s the first time in 4 years I actually want my period to show up, but it hasn’t. And no, there’s no chance before you ask. You can’t even do that!

So my well planned out schedule is in the bin and I have no idea what this week holds. If you have a meeting with me, prepare for it to be moved last minute…

I stumbled across a of blog post today while googling IVF limbo, The Loneliness of Infertility – Anna Hecker describes just how much of your entire life this effects. I looked the author up on Twitter, nice to see she got her happy ending.