Liz

Well wishers, the nosey and the downright rude are a part of everyday life for most people, regardless of circumstance. The trouble with the above when it concerns childlessness is that in my case at least, I can't get past that fact that very few of them are prepared for an honest answer to "times ticking" "it'll be you two next".

If I or my husband were to actually answer the suggestion of "it'll happen, you just need to relax" "all the fun is in trying" the reply would most likely be that 3 years, countless single line pregnancy tests, unknown hours of tears and silent sobs, eight different doctors, the numerous painful tests all done on two continents and thousands of pounds and dollars would seem to disagree with the blasĀ“ statement that "everything will be fine".

I am happy to admit, in this setting at least, that for my own sanity, I no longer keep up with most social media friends, with their never ending stream of bubbling baby photos and protestations of how utterly life changing it is to be a parent. I recognise that I sound jealous and bitter, but what both I and my husband feel is tired above all else.

Tired of worrying about people finding out we're broken.

Tired of explaining that if we do tell someone of our troubles, that they won't get that it's not for sympathy, but understanding and awareness.

Time heals all wounds? Time can hurry itself up and help us grieve for the path in life neither of us thought just wouldn't happen.