Been feeling very down lately because my 36th birthday is approaching, and also because this month marks 6 years since DH and I first started trying. Since that time, we’ve achieved so much in the rest of our lives: we’ve moved country once, I’ve moved jobs three times, our careers have really taken off, we bought a house last year. All wonderful stuff. It’s odd when I think of how much progress we’ve made in every other way except having a child!
Last night I was moping about my age and regretting that I hadn’t started trying earlier. DH was very sweet. ‘You’re not old. That’s not our problem. All of your test results have been great for your age. And what would you have done had you gotten married and had a kid at 21 with one of those cabbages you used to date? This is our time for having a baby and we will have one. Don’t worry.’
Sometimes he really does manage to say the right thing😀