I found this post in my drafts and it looks like I originally wrote it in early February. So much has changed since then but these pictures show an insight into a period of time that I could, one day, end up forgetting. I could forget the feelings of excitement, anxiety, hope and uncertainty when trying for Little Man and Yogi. I could forget the daily rituals and silent wishes. I could forget the note that stayed on my bedside table that I wrote to myself telling me that I will have another baby. Time and life makes us forget but I don’t want to. Yes, it was not an easy time but it’s a big part of who I am, so I have decided to publish the post as I found it…
This post will be primarily photographs. I think. As I start writing this it seems a bit difficult to continue with such a private issue for me, what I will say is this is what I see, do, take, touch and research most days. Not as obsessively as before Little Man came but it’s in my thoughts regularly.
A dear friend gave me the fertility doll, after sweetly asking if it would offend me. I kept her in my wardrobe because Oscar took an interest in her headdress with his mouth. I’d give her head a rub in the morning and when I got home from work and not long after doing all of this, I fell pregnant with Little Man. Maybe it was coincidence, maybe it was me being able to put faith into something or maybe it helped on a magical level. All I know is that she is back in full view with me doing the same ritual.
Until next time,