A couple of months ago I uttered the fateful words “I’m loving this age” to my girlfriend. I was of course referring to motherhood and specifically toddlerhood. Our then 2 (+3 months) year old boys were in her backyard, bare bums, larking about under the sprinkler. Good times. The quintessential summer activity. My dear friend,…
IVF
Wanting good things to happen to good people
There’s this scene in the first Sex in the City movie when Carrie and the girls are holidaying in Mexico. They are actually on Carrie and Big’s honeymoon minus Big of course. Charlotte is feeling a sense of guilt for being happy. The conversation goes like this: Charlotte: Nobody gets everything they want! Look at…
I have one child not an only child
When Charlie was about a year old I was asked by someone when baby number 2 was coming along. I wasn’t at all offended by this question and I didn’t know this person especially well so my response was fairly neutral, I didn’t go into any details but simply explained that we wouldn’t be having…
Bloody hell
I wish I could say that the next 6 months of pregnancy went without a hitch and that the following months were of zen like pregnancy yoga and glowy skin and hair but that then would be poppycock. Of course after everything, I loved that I was pregnant and not a day went by when I didn’t feel…
A scare and a turtle
A week before Christmas MM and I were due to fly out to the Maldives. Throughout all of this IVF caper, travel was our outlet and the fact that we are lucky to still afford to travel whilst spending our money on fertility treatment does not escape me. When we were planning this holiday it…
The story of the golden egg
November 2012 If you have read all of my past posts you would first know that there is a gap of about 12 months where this post under “hopes in a petri dish” take off. Looking back, I can’t really explain the writing sabbatical. In part I felt like the whole thing was a bit…