It's incredibly hard to work out how to start a blog like this. You type in a pithy opening, look at it for a few moments, and then delete it before you can quite come to terms with how bad it really is. Repeat until the need to have a decaf coffee over takes you and you can slink away from the computer having achieved nothing.
I suppose the best place to start is with some sort of brief introduction.
I'm M, married to M. We've been together for 10 years, married for three. We're both professionals, nearly 30, own our own house, and taking away that rather big amount, relatively debt free. And we've been ready to fall pregnant since 2009.
Which tells you everything and really nothing at all.
One month after we started trying, I discovered a small lump under the surface of my stomach. On most people that would cause a considerable amount of worry and panic. On me, a resigned sense of 'here we go again'. Sure enough, I was diagnosed with my second incisional hernia in four years and was told to stop trying as that kind of strain would not be a Good Thing.
The hernia was repaired in January 2010, and by April we were all systems go. We were sure it would just be a couple of months and we'd definitely fall pregnant. Because that was how it was supposed to work. Right?
Well, no. Not really.
To be continued . . .
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