Mr B and I spent the Easter weekend together - four whole days with no decorating, just chilling out, catching up and spending time with each other.
At the end of the weekend, I realised it was the first weekend in a while that I wasn't on my own, thinking about test results or babies or PCOS or anything along those lines, and I realised that it was completely taking over everything. But it was nice that it hadn't taken over Easter.
I decided that, once the eggs were gone on Monday, that was it.
I'm back on the diet.
I'm exercising again (Zumba this evening, and the gym tomorrow).
I want a baby, and it's about time I started acting like it.