We had a meeting with our consultant today, as ever he was lovely and every time we see him he instills more confidence that it can work. So why did I have 2 sleepless nights before seeing him? Stressed out that for some reason he may have changed his mind and character and tell me to give up and stop being stupid? Mad isn’t it?
But that’s the whole thing isn’t it the lack of control, the panic that it won’t work or happen, the cold sweat in the middle of the night that we will never be parents. Each appointment however insignificant in medical terms is a big deal as it’s another step along the road, hopefully one step closer to the destination. This one was very simple this is the plan, are we all happy? Yes, great good luck I hope not to see you again up here in the consulting rooms!
So my expensive drug habit is about to commence again. Let the real madness begin!