So, I just got married, and I’m really keen to start a family. Super keen. And I’ve got a bit of time on my hands at the moment so I thought I’d start a blog to write down my rambling thoughts on the topic in the hope that I don’t continually think about it and go on and on and on about it to my poor, long-suffering husband. Between you and me, I think it’s driving him nuts. Already. And we’ve only been trying a month. Poor man!
As you can probably tell from the outset, I have a tendency to ramble. Sorry about that. I’ll start at the beginning (mainly because that’s where I am right now).
The main thing I hate about all of this is the not knowing. All of our friends who’ve had a baby reckon they fell pregnant the first time of trying (ok, so three of them, but that’s quite a few!). Hubby reckons he’s got super sperm so it’ll happen straight away. But we don’t know that. We could get pregnant straight away, it might take us a few months, a year, several years, or it may never happen. I hate not knowing, but I’ve got to try to find a way to be ok with it. So hopefully writing this blog will help with that.
Plus, maybe, just maybe, someone else feeling as nuts as me over this will see this and it will make them feel like they’re not alone. And then maybe they’ll reach out to me and I’ll feel like I’m not alone. So here goes…