This blog has been a long time coming, it’s been on the back of my mind for a long time now, and after a grueling hour long therapy session focused on accepting and letting go, I’ve decided it’s time! It’s part selfish, an outlet for my anger, pain and frustration, and part reaching out to those in a similar situation, infertility.
Almost 4 years ago I decided, naively at 27/28 years old that I was ready to have a baby. I was as excited about it as I was getting married a year before. What are we waiting for, lets do it!
At first in confidence I spoke about “our” readiness like our baby was to appear any day now. Planning how to have a baby in a small flat and wondering how many weddings I’d have to endure, sober. But the weddings came and went, and so did the months, and I grew quieter . .