Maintaining my virtuous pre-conception lifestyle is tough.
When I was having the three IUI's last year I was probably healthier than I have ever been. No alcohol, acupuncture on a twice weekly basis and the gym several times a week. When they failed I was utterly crushed and, with no physical reason to blame for my inability to conceive, I stopped being so strict. I allowed myself an occasional glass of wine or bottle of beer, rationalising it as a way to maintain some semblance of a normal life.
Over the past three and a half years I have given up booze and then started drinking again more often than Lindsay Lohan (although luckily my loss of willpower doesn't have quite such disastrous repercussions). Last night I fell off the wagon in spectacular fashion.
It was one of my oldest friends 40th birthday (and yes, I do mean oldest in the age sense). I hate it when people regale others with tales of their drunken shenanigans but suffice to say I didn't get to bed until five thirty in the morning and have spent the day utterly broken.
On the plus side though, as if the prospect of IVF in September wasn't enough to encourage me back to my abstemious ways, last night has strengthened my resolve to never drink alcohol ever, ever again (or at least until after the IVF).
I might even restart acupuncture and drag my increasingly flabby arse back to the gym. But one step at a time, eh?