February 1998.

Well I guess this month doesn't really count. Its just coming upto Matthew's 1st birthday, I've got my third period since he was born and I'm an emmotional wreck: I can't believe that my "baby" is one. We have been trying for another for four months now with no success but my periods haven't been regular at all so far so I'm not surprised.

I am still breastfeeding Matthew and I think this is affecting my fertility: I'm not ready yet to give up but I'm hoping since things have slowed right down to one feed a day that I may be lucky this month. We have decided to continue to try the natural way, but if I don't get pregnant this next month we will get some ovulation prediction kits. To be honest I am getting a little disheartened now, even though I know how lucky I am to already have one beautiful son. He was conceived easily so I guess it has been a bit of a shock that it has taken longer this time. I was also hoping to have my children really close - Kind of get it over with policy... but more so that they could be really good friends. Not to mention the fact I get really broody every time I see a new baby. Oh well here's hoping!