IVF delivers … yet again
just a note to say that one of my good friends has a bub on the way. Such a simple bit of news that doesn’t do justice to the painful process that got her there - and I’m not talking about any “wifely duties”.
A has had a lifetime of thinking she would probably never be a mum, but, like me, finally thought, hang it all, why can’t I? Following a few unhappy shots at IVF, it has worked.
Byebye IVF. Hello family.
A, I am so happy for you. I want to buy you the tiniest pair of socks I can find, but one of those useless things never stays on long enough for you to put the other one on. You deserve it as much as anyone, including all those people who never know how hard it can be.
Watching our poor old duck sitting on her desk in the backyard has brought it all back for me - she’s getting on, never looked like having a shot, and suddenly, she’s built a nest with two eggs. One broke, only one’s left. She’s not getting off that nest for no one. Father duck hovers anxiously behind.
I wish the best to both of you, A and our lovely old duck.
xx
