I needed to rest emotionally after my miscarriage, loney D&C and hectic holiday to visit the in laws. Hence the eight weeks or so since my last entry. After spending my time meeting doctors and making appointments for the operation I finally got on the plane to the UK to meet my husband and daughter - who had been sorely missed. Imogen, miss two, was a bit reserved for the first day - seemingly cross with me for making her miss me - as she then clung strongly for the rest of the month long holiday.

The holiday was wonderful. Glasgow is gorgeous and we had the one week of sunny weather that they get at our full disposal. Bath was beautiful and full of Jane Austen references that my book loving self indulged in fully. Bournemouth was pleasant - but rainy. But London - London was the best. Notting Hill, Bayswater, Chelsea, Hyde Park, I could go on and on.

And so the attempts at conceiving continue... .

The piano, the salsa, the book, the cooking - it all fades into insignificance as it is set against the context of having a baby. My desire to find an identity, to achieve goals and to be someone extra than who I was have all faded.

Although -

Piano - still thumping away at Bach's Minuet 3. Two hands now, just not even or beautiful yet.

Salsa - Forget it

Cooking - Brown rice risotto, wholemeal pasta dishes, laksa's, vege wraps etc. The same as before I started the blog...whatever. . I haven't opened a cookbook in months.

The Book - I am, I do admit, feeling proud and excited about this. I'm onto my second draft and enjoying every minute of it.