My husband that is.

I don’t know how I’m going to break it to him yet.

Here’s a snapshot of what’s gone on:

2017 we suffered three miscarriages.

For over 18 months we’ve been trying every single month.

Until we finally got the ‘nod’ from our doctors that our

<a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a>

referral had been successful.

We are supposed to start our

<a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a>

a week exactly today.

So we’re on the 7 day countdown.

BUT.

Against all the odds, he’s not here to share anything with him one to one - he’s on his annual trip cycling across Europe for a week.

The bastards left me on my own to deal with it and it’s killing me not telling him.

So here goes...

Well, we kinda don’t need that appointment we’ve been waiting 14 months for.

That appointment I spent an hour a day every week for 14 months badgering our doctors and fertility specialists.

That appointment that we never thought would actually come because everything was taking so long.

Because, we’ve only gone and done it.

We’re fucking pregnant and I can’t stop crying.

NEVER. EVER. GIVE. UP.