This is an ultrasound taken of my ute last Thursday.
If you look carefully, you may notice the complete absence of anything foetal within.
Yes, lovely imaginary friends, contrary to assumptions, I am not knocked up!
To summarise – Don and I were extremely, extremely baby-motivated in December/January, but were forced to wait until April to make a decision (for various financial/insurance reasons outlined in the previously themed post).
The waiting really made us both very carefully consider precisely what we wanted to do and where we saw ourselves going in life – and to reflect on our motivations for this (there’s definitely a whole lot of baggage in my desire for a new sprog that we can go over at another point). This is a huge contrast to our previous individual MOs of just drifting along in life and seeing what eventuated, or being ridiculously impulsive and watching the cards fall where they may.
And so, completely independently, and after a great deal of soul-searching, a week and a half ago, we decided that really, we did not actually need or want another baby in our lives.
I’m very sorry that you won’t all be imaginary internet aunties (which is the most awesome term ever, thanks to my beloved Harriet!).
Oh, and the ultrasound? Part of diagnosing some quite horrible gynaecological issues which I won’t scare you with right now.