Going for Broke

I'm going for broke. There's nothing more important right now. My savings are there for rainy days, and let's face it, there have been too many of those this month.

So the Prince and I went to a marriage counsellor to find out what the heck's going on. He didn't/still doesn't want to go but is making the effort "to make me happy". And that's appreciated. I found out more in 45 minutes than I have in a year. That he talks to his mother and sister about our problems (I didn't even think he had noticed) and that he felt 26 was too young to have a baby. He actually talked to her and it felt refreshing.

I'm hoping this will be the boost our relationship needs. I'm not even thinking Baby anymore. I just want us to get along and be happy. The thought of going it alone fills me with bleakdom. Rosie dotes on her dad. How the heck would either of those two cope without eachother. I don't want to break up the family so the money is going to be pounds (hundreds, nay thousands, of them) well spent.

The egg freezing will also grab a sizeable chunk, but again - that too is hugely important for our future happiness.

Just realised how quite a bit of this diary veers on the negative. Now I'm going to start being positive.