I met my husband nine years ago. Back then I was studying and didn't dream of being a wife or mother. To be honest, even as a young girl I didn't picture myself married or having children. I wanted to study, start my career and make that my life. How different things have turned out!
It was shortly before my 26th birthday when I woke up and knew that I wanted to have children. But life was crazy busy. We were living with family, planning a wedding and hoping to move out on our own again after our debts had been paid off.
A year later and we were married, living on our own and frantically saving for a house deposit. Another year passed, we'd purchased our first home, a small but affordable apartment. My career stalled and fell flat. We struggled but got there. Another two years had passed, my job prospects improved slightly, we'd taken a lovely long holiday together. Our mortgage was growing steadily smaller and we started to try for a family of our own.
And now, here we are. Nine months on (which I know is still only a short time in the world of trying for a baby).
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