Coming Home

Coming Home


I arrived home yesterday from my anniversary trip to Paris. 1 year married, how did that happen? 

I’m still not pregnant  – I know this because I got my period 3 days early while we were away. I’m gutted, BUT – and this is huge for me – I didn’t cry!  It’s the first month that I haven’t cried so it’s a mini victory I guess. I’ll take ’em where I can get ’em at this point. 

Paris was nice. You might have been expecting more, but you won’t get it from me. ‘Nice’ is what I’m sticking with. 

Disneyland was bloody brilliant. The child in me loved it. ‘Ha! The child in me’. How ironic