Cart | LareeseCraig.com - Stories of Mine

Test

Pen to paper 〰️ @papier

Three of my thrifted faves 🖼

Happy weekend, pals!

Thinking of the Wordle community at this difficult

Day 2 of joining the 5am club and I feel like the

Alexa, play Wonderful Tonight

Morning scenes on Rue du Sentier @thehoxtonhotel

As I sit outside the drs for ~ another ~ appointme $As I sit outside the drs for ~ another ~ appointment, I couldn’t help but wonder, how many other women are urinating all over their salary rn? Currently spending my savings on: Ovulation tests £££ Pregnancy tests £££ Quality supplements £££ Private appointments to speed things up £££££ Gym membership £££ Mental wellbeing £££ Saving for ICSI (IVF) £££££££ Bougie feathery pjs ‘cos ^^^^ all of the above £££ Regrettably, I don’t have a picture of my many, many pee sticks so in true unrelated caption style, please enjoy this totally irrelevant if a little phallic lamp and the big Hogwarts energy it provides. Trying to conceive is a cyclical cocktail of hopeful highs and twinges masquerading as maybe babies, followed by the wicked heartsick lows you repeatedly learn to endure like a toxic friend. We’re committed to the endeavour, all in, and there’s no one else I’d rather be in the trenches with than my Joe. In the face of all the above and the unprecedented agony of it all, we somehow manage to buoy each other up like a life jacket. We are the very best of friends: silly, soppy pranksters and it’s a testament to our love that we still find something to cry laugh at every day. We’re still smiling, still cry laughing, and definitely just cry-crying sometimes, too. I am proud of us. With a bit of bladddy luck our baby {however and whenever they make it to us} will nap just like him *throwing that prayer up there to the gods, that’s for sure* For all those on the fertility trek, I’m thinking of you, your mental health & yep, you bet, your nervous wreck of a bank balance, too🤍$

Back to top