There, I said it! I want a baby.
I want to kick, stamp my feet and scream. I’m not sure how telling you this is going to make me feel better. But I just have to, or I’ll go nuts. We haven’t been ‘trying’ for long so I really shouldn’t complain. And I’m not, truly I’m not, I’m ‘just saying’. I’ve been off the pill for…not even a year (I know, I know, but like I said I’m not complaining!) Given all the travelling, we have only been in the same country for about two months (still not complaining!)
The thing is, I have a feeling that something is wrong. I haven’t gone to the doctor I’m not sure why. Maybe I’m scared, maybe it’s the finality of it all. I don’t know. My dearest friends have all been so wonderful checking up on me, praying for me (thanks Steph and Steph’s mamma) and just being there. I think I owe it to you and to myself, and not to mention my darling husband to get my act together and go to the doctor.
I promise I will, before the end of the month.
Will you hold me to it?