Ground hog month

And so once again, we find ourselves back at the beginning.

Luckily, the fact that my sisters were here meant that we packed ourselves off to The Natural History Museum and I was at least a little distracted all day. I think if I'd been at work I might have cracked.

When this type of thing happens to you, you do a lot of self analysis:
- do I work too hard
- is there something wrong with me that I don't know about
- do I drink too much
- is hubby too stressed
- is hubby too overweight

or, is there some higher power which knows that it's a bloody stupid time to get pregnant when your husband doesn't have a job, your money runs out in a month and you'd actually quite like to buy a house soon too.

Whatever; going through this turmoil every month is so hard. You try and keep positive, you dream of what might be and when this month's baby would be born and then it's torn away from you and you have to start all over again.