The message

Saturday night Jonny and I watched a really soppy program about a couple that wanted to have babies but couldn’t. It was one of those we-can’t-bother-to-get-up-and-go-to-bed or maybe even too-lazy-to-get-the-remote-control-that-is-50cm-away moments. We were glued to the sofa and had to watch the drama unfolding and the characters go through Big Emotions. Needless to say it all worked out fine in the end and the viewers were left with a Message. I am unsure what the message was. But my giggling throughout the puke-enducing sweet melodrama gave us another message: we are ready for another try of IVF! If we can laugh about our own misery, that must surely be a good sign!

We had been talking about it before of course, but not set a date yet nor acted upon our deepest desires to become part of the club of tired young parents. Partly because we have the other big Project and weren’t sure if we could handle two Projects at the same time. But mostly, since both of us find it incredibly scary to go through the treatment again. But we decided that we are ready for it. We are ready to stick lots of needles in me, to support each other in dark moments that will undoubtedly come, but most importantly, to also laugh about it. I think I am on the verge of turning soppy myself now….

First hospital appointment: Wednesday 14 June, 8:30.

Another reason not to wait any longer: we don't want dwarfs for kids!