Ruth: Yay for rainy sundays

Marolyn is at an exclusive film festival gig at her work, catered for by Logan Brown, one of the flashier restaurants in town.

I'm spending a pleasant afternoon inside, practicing for my second ever guitar lesson and sinking into some books we just got out from the library.

We have reached a secure and happy place again after the tumultuous beginning to the year. I haven't written for so long because for months I was in such a dark, despairing chasm I really didn't want to share it with anyone. We wouldn't have made it through without all the support people have given us and it's very comforting to know we have such an amazing community.

In the end it was happy pills prescribed by the doctor that finally pulled me back into the light. That was quite a big surprise to me because I've never had that much faith in pharmacology before. Now I'm a believer.

I still have some grief over everything I put people through and the way our baby plans were disrupted. We are tentatively looking forward, planning some holidays and hoping to start trying to conceive again around the middle of next year...at least that's the latest plan.