Our story began in February of last year. I still can’t quite believe how far we’ve come. It baffles me to think of everything that has happened and at times I’m pretty sure I was on auto-pilot. To say it was stressful would be more than an understatement.
In hindsight I should have started this blog when we began treatment but at the time it felt like too much of a jinx. I was scared that if I talked about it then that maybe it would never work out.
We had been talking about starting a family for a while when I finally plucked up the courage to go to my GP and ask how to get the process started.
I don’t remember much from the appointment but what I do remember is how I was made to feel. I left in tears feeling so small and let down. It was a scary enough thing to come out and ask for help but I never imagined I’d be met with her not knowing a thing about the process and not seeming to care. In fairness to her she wasn’t one of the regular Drs at the surgery but her bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired. She flat out told me “I don’t know. Ring back in a month and I’ll see if I can find anything out”. A month!? Are you freaking kidding me?? It would have taken her a minute to walk across the hall and ask another Dr what they thought! She seemed so uncomfortable about the whole thing and made me feel even more awkward than I already did. It had already taken me a few months to pluck up the courage to go and ask and this just felt like a major setback and that maybe it wasn’t the right thing for me to do.
Anyone who knows me knows how badly I’ve wanted a baby of my own and for the first time in my life I actually considered giving up. But lucky for me I have the most amazing girlfriend in the world. She picked me up when I was at my lowest and it’s safe to say without her we wouldn’t be where we are today.
I think I’ll leave it there for now. If you’ve read this far I’m sending you a high five, good job, you deserve a cup of tea!