After months of tracking, testing, hoping, and advocating — I’m giving myself permission to take a break from fertility tracking this September. No more peeing on sticks. No more temperature charts. Just space to rest, recoup, and reconnect with myself.

I’m meeting a new fertility specialist in Birmingham the day before I head off on holiday — a chance to set expectations, make a plan, and then put it all to one side so I can actually enjoy the break. I’ve lost faith in NHS CRM after too many setbacks, but my GP kindly referred me to a different county. That appointment isn’t until April, and honestly, I can’t emotionally or physically afford to wait that long. I’ll keep it as a backup, but I’m not hanging my hope on it.

Life lately has been… a lot:

🐾 Tye has been unwell  

🦶 My partner broke his foot  

🧴 Dermatology worries (?BCC)  

👵 Nana’s poorly in Plymouth  

🚐 Van and car break-ins nextdoor 

💔 Family drama I didn’t ask for  

🧪 And a fertility journey paused by poor care and tough side effects

But amidst the chaos, there’s been light too. Yesterday I wandered into a crystal shop in Long Compton. Then saw my honorary mum — who gifted me the most beautiful healing crystals 🔮 and spent time with my best friend. Those moments reminded me: healing isn’t linear, and joy can still find its way in.

So here’s to anyone who’s feeling overwhelmed, stuck, or just tired:  

💜 The hard times don’t last.  

💜 Perspective is powerful.  

💜 And rest is not weakness — it’s wisdom.

Spread love. Spread light. And don’t let the fuckers get you down.

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