Back in May, my best friend took me to afternoon tea at the Savoy. We live at opposite ends of the country and don't get to see each other that often. She knew that she wouldn't be able to throw me a baby shower and so this was her treat to me. She has been hugely supportive through all the miscarriages and is a fantastic spare mummy to Little Miss H. I know how happy she is that this pregnancy has gone…
It is difficult to admit that something you have yearned for desperately has been a struggle. Ever since Little Miss H has been a few months old, I have wanted a second baby. The miscarriages that followed just made my desperation for that child more intense. Each loss took us further away from our longed for second child. But each loss made me more determined that we needed to become a family of four.…
First of all I have an admission to make I am not 32 weeks pregnant. I am now 33 weeks pregnant and this update is a week late. Sorry. There are only 7 weeks until I reach my due date. I am on the final stretch. How did that happen? The past few months seem to have passed in a blur. And now here I am thinking about my birth plan and what I need to pack in my hospital bag.…