It’s been a crazy month back home. Started with my dad’s funeral, then spoke to my brother for the first time in 15 years, met 2 of his kids for the first time and now we’re in Barcelona about to head to the clinic for our embryo transfer.
Feeling strangely calm but then again after 4 IVF cycles I’m kind of used to this.
Sat in a Square last night trying to guess which one might be Carmen (our name for the donor cos it felt strange always calling her ‘the other woman’). Decided on a very pretty talented busker!
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