On Saturday I spent the day putting the nursery together (at last!). The painting was finished, the cot was up (after a fun Friday night where things didn't go quite according to plan and we had to take it apart and put it back together a couple of times to get it right! Much to the HG's annoyance but honestly, the instructions SUCKED) and the other furniture that had been taking up residence in the lounge got moved in. I pulled out the little clothes and sorted them out, I loaded up the cubbyholes in the change table with wipes and nappies and baby talcum powder, I attached the cot mobile to the cot, put the teddy bears on display . . . and then I promptly burst into tears. I just couldn't believe here I was in MY house, setting up MY nursery for MY son. Infertility never leaves us. I may be pregnant now but the pain of what I have gone through the past 3 years will never be forgotten and I will never take for granted how lucky I am to be having a baby in just 7 short weeks.