Truth be told, I have wondered for the past two months whether to even write about this one. I don’t want to wallow in poor-old-me status or have people give me their sympathy. When I post anything about our fertility journey since died Teddy, or in fact anything about losing him, it’s never for anything other than trying to connect myself to others who might have been through a similar experience. Whether it be to offer them some comfort, or find some for myself; I am not sure? I think it is most likely a case of simply not wanting to feel like the “only one”. Which I will admit, I often do when I see other people having babies and making it look as easy as shelling-peas (as my Mum would say).