Oh it's hard, isn't it. I find some days a lot easier than others. I was at a BBQ a couple of weeks ago and half the girls were pregnant, and the other half had kids, and there were only three of us without. But I handled it ok, however this morning - on my way to the clinic - there was the most adorable little boy making faces at me, and his mum gave me a huge "isn't my child gorgeous" smile, and I just looked straight through both of them.

I walked behind them to wait for the lift, and he swiveled around to look at me and I swear I almost started crying. His Mum then scolded him to stop staring at me. I'm sure she thought I was some hideous child-hater, but I just couldn't look at him because he was so damn cute and I knew I would cry.