It’s taken me a long time to write this post. I started it in September and have come back to it time and time again. I just couldn’t find the words or express anything properly but I’m finally at a point where I think it makes sense. It’s then taken me a while longer to publish it because it’s still very raw and has left me feeling a bit vulnerable but I wanted to post it as I truly think it needs to be spoken about so much more than it is. To help people understand what it is like and for people to feel like they aren’t alone.
It wasn’t long ago I posted about us deciding to try for another baby. We were really lucky that we fell pregnant quickly. I know so many people who have struggled to fall pregnant and have had the stress of months and even years of trying. We were over the moon knowing we had fallen on so quickly and were able to give Luca the sibling he has been asking us for.
We found out really early, mostly because I just knew. I was one day late for my period and decided I couldn’t wait to find out any longer. It was the day we took Luca to Nostell Priory with his friend in the holidays and I can remember the joy and elation both Ant and I felt all day. We wandered around those woods with ridiculous happy faces and our little secret. After a week or so of knowing we started to make lists of names, Pinterest boards for nursery design and plans for bump photos.