THE CALL OF THE THIRD

I gaze upon this photo with joy and sadness - to see the cousins together spurns my desire to have another to giddy heights. You see three is my magic number - I am born on the third, it is my lucky number, three is a prime number and prime numbers just ROCK......... three is the magic number.

Here is the kicker - my pregnancies nearly kill, quite literally. My last pregnancy resulted in extended hospitalisation. many blood transfusions - loads of drugs preventing me from breastfeeding after six weeks, excessive uncontrolled weight gain (despite being on a strict horrible diet) and three (there is that wonderful number again) years later my body quite literally thinks it is still pregnant and oh the places I have gone for treatment. I have residual lactation, weight and various other post-partum complications.

I would do it all again for an other, however, my long suffering husband refuses to go there again! Fair enough it was not so nice to see me so sick and I think perhaps he was actually very scared for both myself and Anneke . Anyways next year is the big 40 and time is running out - so I instead gaze upon this photo wistfully - what could have been huh. It was so lovely to play with Cousin Tijs for the day for he is one massive cutie, and hopefully we might sneek a sleep over or two on his own before he returns to Amsterdam.

Perhaps my appointment with the Endocrinologist this morning, may herald a new treatment in the offer and the chance to have a third for my 40th...........