Hello you lovely lot xx
Am back from the good ol' U S of A. We had a fabulous time - it was 90 degree blazing sunshine every day and it was really lovely to finally see what one of my best mates now calls home.
I can thoroughly recommend Baltimore - I'm a massive fan of the Wire, so to be honest, I was expecting it to be, well, a bit run down...! However, the harbour area is gorgeous and we also got to go to DC to see if Barry O was at home, which was pretty cool. (He was - we think we saw his helicopter land on the White House garden - amazing!)
That said - I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you all massively on the upduff front. Rusty arrived one day early, the little fucker, which caused me to have a minor meltdown in my friend's bathroom after getting back from DC.
I've realised that my body is the ultimate wind-up merchant. Last month, it thought: "I know what will get her going - I'll make RTD come late." This month - "Oh, I'll give her achey tits for a week and then just when she's getting her hopes up, I'll make rusty turn up early."
I'm just so fucked off with it all. It's Gracie's due date on the 18th of this month, and I just assumed I'd be pregnant by the time it came around. Similarly, it was this time last year that I conceived our first mmc, and I didn't think one year down the line I still wouldn't have a bloody baby.
So despite the lovely break, I'm back to earth with the mother of all bumps, and just feel thoroughly bereft.
hopefully - like you, this will now be month 6 after conceiving first time around on both previous pregnancies. It just sucks. Am tempted to go to the doctors (seeing as it's been 12 months since we started trying) but am not sure whether they'd be able to do anything.
Sigh. So sorry to bring everyone down. Hope you all had a lovely bank holiday.
Much love
Viv xxx