I’ve spent the last couple of weeks procrastinating as to how to start a blog, trying to work out what I wanted to write, and trying to figure out what I want to achieve. Truth be told, I am not entirely sure. All I know is that I would like to share my experiences with anyone who stumbles across this site and cares to read.
I plan to dig out my journal that I kept during the two rounds of IVF that we did, and share some of the extracts. It all seems so distant now that we have our baby girl. At the time, it was all encompassing. I am usually a very outgoing, loud, positive person, but in hindsight, I completely changed. I cut off friends and family, and point blank refused to talk about it with anyone, apart from the hubster, and a couple of colleagues, but not my Mum, who I usually share everything with, and not my best friend, who’s been there for me through a lot in the 20+ years that I’ve known her.
My poor bestie, she called way before our IVF was in full swing to tell me she was pregnant. They’d been trying a couple of months. I was pleased for her, I really was, I just couldn’t talk to her. I came off the phone and sobbed, and I mean really sobbed, on my husbands shoulder for a good while. I am lucky that she was and still is there for me. The problem is, in this day and age, we’re all used to being fully in control of our own destiny. I had a fantastic job, an amazing husband, a lovely and warm home, but I couldn’t just pop the cherry on top with a little baby, and it took a long time to process this.
I will dive more into the IVF story next time….. x