Nerves

The last couple of weeks have been manic with fundraising and then the office move, I haven't really had a chance to think about things. In some ways it has been a welcome distraction but this morning I woke up nervous about our consultant appointment next week.

I know we are finally getting somewhere and I am hopeful we might get some answers, or solutions, but part of me is dreading being told it won't ever happen for us.

I also worry that we will be sent for more invasive tests, and the waiting lists that those entail.

I know I need to stop thinking about it, what will be will be and all that jazz, it's just really hard.

I turn 30 next month, a milestone I didn't think would bother me. I don't feel 30 is old (nor 40 or 50 for that matter), but I do feel my biological clock is ticking so loudly my neighbours will soon be banging on the ceiling telling me to keep the noise down.

I thought I would have lots of babies by the time I turned 30, at this point I would be happy with just one.

6 sleeps to go..... eek!

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