After the stress and sheer rubbish-ness of the last few weeks I'm starting to see some light at the end of the tunnel.
My energy levels are finally getting back to normal, so much so that I am even feeling the urge to go and have a long walk. Last weekend a 20 minute stroll left me with stomach cramps all night, so this is a huge sign of things getting back on track.
It helps I think, when life is tough, to have a few plans to look forward to and we have got some pretty special days on the horizon.
On Saturday we're having a family trip to Marwell Zoo, complete with a special Waitrose picnic. Hopefully if the weather stays dry we'll finish off the day lighting the chiminea and sharing a bottle of Prosecco that's currently chilling in the fridge.
The following Saturday I'm heading to London to explore the foodie heaven that is Taste of London. Running from the 17th to 21st June, a corner of Regent's Park will be taken over by London restaurants and countless food & drink producers. Each session is for four hours and I'm already planning my visit to be able to sample as many different dishes as I possibly can!
And then on the 22nd June we're packing up the car to join our friends' and their 4 year old triplets for a stay at Center Parcs Longleat. Four nights of spas, woodland walks, swimming sessions and possibly a little wine consumption - I can't wait! After that recharge I should be fighting fit and ready for round three on our baby making journey.
July is already shaping up for a special month too, with a friend's wedding and a family party already pencilled in. Leading us nicely into August - my birthday month!
Of course all of these plans are lovely and I know I'm incredibly fortunate to be able to say yes to these different events and holidays, but I haven't lost sight of the simple pleasures in life. Last night we were sat in the garden, waiting for our friends to arrive for a little BBQ. The sun was shining and there was a gentle breeze blowing through the leaves of our silver birch tree. In that moment of time I had a massive sense of peace come over me and feeling of achievement. My second pregnancy may have failed, but I will recover, my body will recover and it will happen in a peaceful, secure home, surrounded by those I love and those who love me.
Life is good.