It’s been a really rough week.

I was flying on such a high (and i mean it, I adored my first week on Instagram) I made connections with other people (yes, you! you beautiful people) I had conversations about my wife’s uterus and cervix with complete strangers (and my dentist). I was buzzing. Two and a half weeks ago we tried home insemination for the first time, the world was alive with possibility, wonderment and anticipation. Then it all came crashing down with 4 (yes 4) negative pregnancy tests and the ultimate buzz kill, her period, came on wednesday.

I lost all my positivity; every last drop. I could see no cause for jokes, humour or any merriment whatsoever and its been an absolute roller coaster of shitty emotions. Its not like me at all. I can usually see the flip side of most situations and I do have a resolve to keep chundering on but it was such a big fall from those lofty heights of two weeks ago. That’s the thing that’s shocked me the most and I should of used this time to reach out and keep expressing things because shutting down, and shutting up, were the worst things I could do. But guess what? I’m back! 🙂

You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing that we call ‘failure’ is not the falling down, but the staying down. -Mary Pickford