I realised yesterday that if we are successful in getting pregnant this month (I’m not confident this will happen) and if we are able to carry the baby to term (I’m also not confident this will happen), our baby would be born next May. NEXT MAY! It feels so long away. We were married last May and started actively trying to conceive last summer. If you had asked me if we would be pregnant by now I would have had no doubts that it would happen. Now I have no idea what this next year will bring. My faith in my ability to carry a baby is failing and although I know the statistics are still on our side I’m no longer prepared to get our hopes up. So for now we just wait and see what happens and hope that the next year brings us our baby. Unfortunately I HATE WAITING so this will be as much about a mental battle with myself as it will be about a physical (uncontrollable) battle for my body to successfully carry a baby.
They say that patience is a virtue and it is definitely one that I do not possess!