More often than not I write about my days and how they have panned out, I talk about life, our activities, what we’ve done, where we’ve been and so the list goes on.
Back in December I wrote 2014 in a few hundred words, in that post I briefly touched upon the subject of wanting another baby, and how I have a little problem with that.
I’ve often wanted to write more in depth about my issues and how it affects my chances of conceiving and how it affects me emotionally.
I wrote a poem, years and years ago, when I was 19. I’ve also wanted to type it up and share it with you all too. But I chicken out. I wonder weather straying away from the normal things I write about will change something when I’m overjoyed with how things are.
But, I am in the throes of the January Blues the Christmas comedown, when all the pretty lights have been put away and all we see are naked trees and dim days. I need to pull myself out of this mental state and make some changes, So, I’m going to grab the metaphorical Bull by the horns and take a chance. At least I will be able to write about more than one thing that is relevant to my life, it’s not all about what I do at the time, it’s about what I want to do in the future, my hopes and dreams too. Maybe, just maybe, a positive will come from it! (no pun intended!)
Yesterday, I received a letter, it’s a letter I have waited over 8 months to receive.
An appointment date with a gynaecologist!
I was totally overwhelmed with joy, the idea that the beginning of our journey to a bigger family is finally here, it’s finally within sight.
The future, it’s starting to take shape and I’m excited for it.
So where now?
How am I going to start including this other part of my life into my little corner of the Internet?
Well, I’m going to start by sharing my Poem, I will find it and type it up in the next day or two, I will share it with you all and from then I can share more about our journey to becoming parents for the second time around.