Turning Thirty-Seven

We've just returned from a fantastic road trip around Scotland. The lovely weather has surprisingly carried on well into July and our week across the border was just glorious (yes, really!). Our Scottish jaunt actually started with a night in Newcastle before driving up to Fasque Castle in Aberdeenshire for a few days celebrating the wedding of our friends, Jake & Laura.

After a mad but definitely fun-filled few days partying with the Scots in Fettercairn, we made our way down to Edinburgh for a couple of nights. We did a lot of walking and it was lovely to spend a couple of days just the two of us before heading across to Glasgow (via the Trossachs and Loch Lomond) to see friends.

On our way back down to London, we stopped for a final night in Liverpool to celebrate my birthday (a day early) with our friends Rob & Gill. They announced they were getting married on my birthday next year! Whilst we were celebrating with copious amounts of prosecco, it got me thinking about where we would be in a year from now - I could be pregnant.

We drove back to London the following day, the journey took what seemed like a lifetime because we'd been up late and I might have had a wee hangover. I've always liked to celebrate birthdays but they also bring a stark reminder that another year has gone by without being able to conceive. Relieved to be home, we made a cup of tea and started going through the post that had built up over the last week. Hidden within the pile of boring bills and take-away menus was the best birthday present ever... our IVF referral letter!

Yesterday, we continued the celebrations by having a BBQ at our house. Even though there was a deluge of rain which persisted all day (summer is officially over - boo!) I had such a fantastic day. Buoyed by the letter from Kingston ACU and good-spirited friends crammed into our kitchen, it was another birthday down but one to remember.