Possums, I definately know where you are coming from. I can't stand going to the shops and seeing parents that just don't seem to care, and it really gets to me sometimes.

I hate that I have to go through this process and am really sick of the 'gross' stuff at the moment (pessaries, crinone, needles, numerous people peering at my private parts). And why do I have to cut out caffeine, and the occasional wine with dinner, when drug addicts or drunk people get pregnant all the time?

My DH is a policeman, and he has some stories of some terrible parents. They really make my blood boil sometimes.

I hope you have an outlet that you can direct your angry comments to. Thankfully, my DH is great, and I can rant and rave at him and he doesn't get offended by anything I say. That definately helps me.

I really hope it doesn't take too much longer for any of us, because it's so hard sometimes.

xx