At the beginning of the year I had made a list of things that I had wanted to have achieved by the end of the year and boy was that a big mistake.
Top of my list was conceive and carry another baby. It's August and again my body has let me down. This time last year I was pregnant and so looking forward to bringing another soul into the world, now I am coping with the loss of three souls and just about to seek medical help.
What a difference a year makes.
On the good side of life. I am definitely going to go back to Uni next year, I just need to find my transcript from Vic and get a place for Sam in the crèche. Having a worthwhile career I think will help a lot.
Sam is now 20 months old ad growing like weed. I have just started to put him in size three clothes and I have to make him some new sleep suits as his size 2 ones are just too small. I wish I had known about sleeping bags when he was born, they are so much easier to sew.