MUM & ME
Jane takes herself to the vet, and Bryony’s feeling broody
37 Married to a very patient husband Harry, and mother to Edie, four
The August bank holiday weekend has always left me feeling anxious. Three days off should be cause for celebration, but almost 20 years after getting my A-level results it still leaves me with that dreadful back-to-school feeling. You know: summer is over; I need a new pencil case; winter is coming. But this year, it is more pronounced than ever, and that is because in just a week and a half Edie starts school. My baby! In a uniform, with a book bag! Time flies... and I am terrified that before I know it, she will be a grunting teenager, slamming her bedroom door and refusing to talk to me.
I had to go to hospital last week. I had found a lump in my right breast so
I was packed off to the local breast clinic where I had a scan. It was all fine – it was just a cyst, thank goodness. But as I got dressed, the doctor said to me, ‘They’re very common in women your age, when you are approaching the menopause.’ I said something like ‘Oh,’ put on my bra and top and went straight to the chemist, where I bought some of those ovulation test things.
‘ We are trying for a baby!’ I told Harry when we got home. ‘ We are?’ he said, plonking his backpack down on the floor. ‘I thought we were just having a steak and salad, and catching up on Game of Thrones.’ He is so annoying sometimes. It’s OK for him. He can just leave me and get a younger woman up the duff, but my biological clock really is ticking and for the first time I can hear it. In fact, it is almost deafening.
So as we prepare to go back to school, I have decided to put off the inevitable and keep myself in the baby stage by putting Harry and me on a fertility diet, which basically involves him going teetotal too (I am still not drinking) and starting to exercise. I have booked us in to do the Royal Parks Half Marathon in October. He doesn’t know yet, but
I’m sure he’s going to thank me for it.
It’s OK for him. He can just leave me and get a younger woman up the duff