(Part 1 here) I set my alarm for 6am, the morning of my wedding. I got up and shaved my legs in the shower. I cut my ankle and it bled quite a lot. I went down for breakfast. Tess was there with her boyfriend. I had less than half of my cereal before abandoning…
I was mentally prepared to find it a nightmare having a newborn. Having worked with lots of patients with post-natal depression, and being one of the last of my friends and family to have babies, I had earnestly stored away every single difficult detail I heard. I imagined my baby would be a composite of…
Andrew and I got married in December 2020. He had always been on the fence (at best) about getting married. His main beef was having a day with lots of people, where he is the centre of attention (although I assured him I would be). When COVID came along and only small weddings were allowed,…
Almost a year to the day since my first miscarriage, I’ve just had a baby! Also, Andrew and I had a tiny COVID-compliant wedding, at the end of 2020. I’ve decided to start writing regularly again. I’m planning to write and to catch you up on what has happened between now and my last posts,…
It was 3:40am on a Thursday morning. I was 6 weeks pregnant, and I had started bleeding. I went and got some underwear and put a pad in, and tried to decide what to do. I went into the living room and sat down for a moment, and then went back into the bedroom, and…
Two quite major things have happened since my last post: I got pregnant again Andrew and I decided to get married. My last post described how I got pregnant in August, and the day after my positive pregnancy test, I had a miscarriage. When I spoke to the doctor who had confirmed I’d had a…
At Christmas, Andrew and I decided to have a baby. We’d been thinking about it for a while, but I had been slightly more ready than him. Then, I’m not sure why, at Christmas something clicked for him. We were apart on Christmas Day, but I went to see him at his parents’ house, in…
I’m still not properly living with Andrew yet. The plan was that when I started my new job, which is near Andrew’s place, I’d move in with him. I was planning to start out just taking a week’s worth of clothes on Sunday nights, and go back to mine at weekends. Then, around March time,…
Last week, I saw my brother for the first time in 6 years. He has lived in Australia since 2003. For the first ten years, we saw each other every year or two, but it’s been more difficult since he had children, because the flights are so expensive and they no longer have space for…
As a therapist, people sometimes ask me how I cope, spending all day, listening to people’s problems. And they’re right to ask. In a standard week, I have several conversations about suicide, as well as talking to people about how they were abused as children, or attacked, tortured, trafficked or nearly killed as adults. Most…
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