Dear Baby,

Well, here we are, a new year. Everyone tells us 'this year will be better. It won't. We've had news which gives us no choice but to accept that we will probably never be parents.

Today is day 885 since we started trying for you. 29 cycles. 2 1/2 years. Such a long time. Less than 1% of couples in our position ever succeed in having a baby of their own.

I've had some good days. I thought I was feeling better but lately theres a big cloud. It's hard to get out of bed sometimes. I wonder whats the point? I don't want to see anyone, I just want to spend time with Daddy. Daddy knows how I feel. We're coming up to the point where you should have been 20 weeks in my tummy. I can't help counting the milestones. I can't forget them, they're ingrained.

I miss you baby, I really do.

Love, Mom x