As I write this one of my oldest friends is in slow labour with her first child. I feel all kind of emotions. Excited for the new arrival and that my friend is joining me on the mummy journey but nervous for her at the same time knowing what she still has to go through.
I find myself wondering if this time next year I could be holding my own new arrival. Another hobbit sized person in our home and our family.
The chances are I won't be.
I had hoped by Christmas I'd be giddy on Clomid again. I say giddy its more hot, hormonal, tearful and a bit sweaty. Yes, I had hoped for this but it would mean we are closer to having another baby.
After the cock up at the doctor's last week it now seems so far away.