Just the 3 of us!
18 months. That's roughly how old Lucy was by the time I was seriously considering trying for another baby. I say "I" because at that point, Adam was more than happy and content with our lot! That's not to say that I wasn't. I always said if we had one then I'd be happy. And I was. But my whole life, pre-infertility, I never wanted just one! I wanted a brood of kids. Or at least 2! The last 18 months of motherhood, although stressful, had been the best of my life. I felt like I was born to be a mummy. To be Lucy's mummy. And I felt like I was actually pretty good at it! Yes, we had been through hell with Lucy's surgery, and the worry of her condition would never go away, but we were still very much standing and learning to live the new life we had created. Adam was going to take some persuasion. We had talked on and off over the years about all things baby related. We never for a second had anticipated that the fertility treatment an...