It's now been a year since I found out I was pregnant for the first time. A year on, three pregnancies and no baby. Just found out the next door neighbours are expecting their second in May when my last one would've been born. It's floored me. I can't believe I have to literally see what my alternative life could've looked like on a daily basis. I am so good at being brave and getting on with it but I have just had enough today. Universe, please can I have a break? My partner doesn't want to talk about it so he doesn't "ruin his weekend" so I've got to stuff everything down and pretend it's all okay as per bloody usual. Sorry, just needed to get this out somewhere.