I arrived back in Singapore late Friday night and was so totally knackered out I spent most of my weekend in slumberland. My wonderful, sweet husband did most of the housework while I was away, including the task that I dread most, i.e. ironing, just so that I didn't have to do any housework when I am back.
Maybe it's because I have slept too much in the day, I had difficulty falling asleep last night. This usually means that I will start thinking about a lot of the things that are really bothering me but I try to ignore their existence. Just as Mark was drifting into slumberland, I bombarding him with questions along the lines of 'Why do we have to go through what we went through?', 'When do we decide when we should stop the whole fertility program?', 'What if we can never have any kids?', 'What should we do when we grow old as a lonely couple?'...
Looking back, I think these are my deepest and darkest fears, especially the last two questions.
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