My mind has been a whir of finances, fertility, writing and
a whole load of other stuff. No one said fertility was easy, and it’s amazing
how much headspace it takes up. The problems that come with it.
Money is a constant obsession, because I know how expensive this
whole process is, but team it together with the low likelihood of success and
it can be quite a daunting path to follow.
So, for now, I’ve reached the decision to not keep looking
too far ahead, and by that, I mean, in a way, taking life one day at a time. I
keep telling myself that there’s no point in worrying about what will happen in
March when I’m still working on a referral to the fertility clinic.
I’ve had the blood tests, and now there’s nothing I can do
until the smear test and the talk with my GP, so I refuse to obsess about what
happens beyond that. I can only do what I can do.
I’ll continue with he weight loss, lowering my BMI and I’ll
keep saving every penny I can, but other than that, I’m going to obsess on my
writing because writing is a good obsession for me.
Fertility treatment, or even the prospect of it, can be overwhelming, but one step at a time is the way for me to go. It’s slow-going, but that just gives me more time to save money, and in the meantime, I always have writing to distract me.
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