Mr B and I are going to the doctors on Tuesday to talk about TTC and how it's not really happening for us.
I'm a bit nervous.
Actually, that's a massive understatement.
It feels like, by going to the doctors, we're admitting that we're a failure.
I'm lucky that I was diagnosed a long time ago, so I've known for more than 10 years that having a baby wasn't going to be easy. But I suppose I haven't really believed until now. Until we're having to ask for help doing the thing that should be one of the most natural things.