Fine again now, seven days on. Maybe it's because I've been so busy I've had no time to brood and get broody.
Life is still happening. Rosie is talking about her "brudder, called George" all the time now. She asked me to be her sister the other day and yesterday she went to Brighton with her friend Finn and apparently spent the whole journey asking if Finn would be her sister.
Managed to get an audience with the Prince the other evening and asked for a straight answer, so I can work out just what the hell to do.
"You say you don't 'feel right' about a second baby - do you think this is likely to change in the next year, bearing in mind it hasn't in two years?"
He said, "might do". At least it wasn't a No and I have to look at this positively or I'll lose all hope of him ever coming round.
I've booked an appointment to freeze my eggs at the end of July - it is going to cost a lot - but I'm desperate, I'll take a loan out if I have to.
