On the morning of the 14th March 2014 I was a wreck. I was terrified that they would open me up and find something sinister.
I’ve been on a slippery slope for a while now and with everything going on depression wise I’ve neglected my body. Big time. I’m not sure why I’m finding things so hard this time – I just can’t seem to find the motivation and willpower and I’m stuck in an awful mindset.
Dear Me, pre-motherhood, AKA 2013-me. You may not believe this but in four years time you will be a mum to a little shit boisterous free-spirited two year old mancub you named the mancub. Crazy right – they’ve just told you that you can’t conceive naturally, that you don’t ovulate.
I usually try and come up with a snazzy intro to poignant posts, but I can’t seem to find one for this one. So I’m going to jump straight in. Boom.