Monday 22nd February 2016
The high dose stimulating hormones are giving me sleepless nights, and a cranky mood these days. Not with Kingsley (never mad with this one!); its mainly the spouse who is in my firing line. I feel for Erroll. He is helpless when it comes to the process of assisted fertility, and offers the most lackluster of support (only ’cause he is a bloke and they don’t understand). But when it comes to being an engaged father to our toddler, Erroll win the Olympic Gold.
Our son is showing the slightest of signs that he may be ready for toilet training.