Last week was not a good week. It all got a bit too much and, suddenly overwhelmed with a fit of 'a-copia' (as I have dubbed it - def. verb, absence of coping), I laid my forehead down on the kitchen table and cried. For a good fifteen minutes. And then I went and ran myself a bath, plugged in my earphones and had a really good wallow and cried plenty more to my weeping music of choice.
I'm not sure if we really allow ourselves to cry often enough. Maybe there just isn't time for it. Maybe we are so busy fixing the problem and being in control that we don't acknowledge how truly awful we feel and that actually, that's OK. And appropriate.
Because if you've just found out that your AMH is rock bottom, or that your partner's sperm are lying back, feet up, going nowhere fast, or your best friend has just announced her pregnancy on Facebook despite the fact that she's been trying all of five minutes or if, like Jessica Hepburn, you've just had another birthday and you're still not pregnant, then you deserve a good cry. And it's a great stress reliever and will probably make you feel better.
So put the kettle on for your post-weep cuppa, get out your elderflower eye gel which is wonderful for soothing puffy eyelids afterwards ... and let it go.