Fail

I think the title says it all........well, at least I had 1.5 days of thinking that just maybe I was.

Maybe I was tempting fate by calling the blog anonymous mummy, maybe it should be anonymous wannabe mummy.

Yesterday morning I woke up thinking that today I'd be buying the first pair of baby socks, or perhaps even a cute little outfit. Trying hard not to get too down about it, we havent been trying all that long. I guess its all about timing, it'll happen eventually.

My husband suggested we go out last night, think he was trying to distract me, it worked for a while, I got my high heels out, had fun getting ready, then got to a club and knew its not where I wanted to be. I'm 26 and felt very out of place at the club, maybe we just went to the wrong club, but its not my scene anymore. Lying in bed last night I started wondering how many of those girls would be falling pregnant, their little mistake, and here I am desperate for it, the world is a cruel place.

In real life, I'm not really so down and depressed, think this blog is just an escape, my own little place that I can get things off my chest, things I possibly couldnt or wouldnt want to share with anyone who knows me.