This weekend the husband makes the long trip up north on the train, no doubt slipping into a kilt and cracking open a can of special brew as he crosses the boarder. He's off to visit his parents. I can't join him, so for the first time in about 10 years he is going to have the pleasure of hanging out with them without me loitering in the corner.
Naturally they are gutted (I am a fantastic daughter-in-law) but, as a second best, their eldest son will just about fill the Liz-type hole.
Who I am kidding? There is only one person they would rather see than the husband - but unfortunately their grandchild has yet to be conceived. Unless his younger brother has news ...
The Husband's family are the last significant group who don't know about our efforts to conceive. And over on Fertility Authority you can read all about how I want to talk to them but just can't find the words. (Or if nothing else go and have a look at the picture of the supposed in-laws they've chosen, couldn't be further from the truth!)
I wanted to tell them about our infertility but have finally come to the conclusion that I can't. So hopefully without me fretting the husband will be able to tell them in a calm, unemotional way exactly what is going on.
And then, no doubt, I'll be assailed by crystals, auspicious conception dates and the phone numbers of healers.
Fuck it. If nothing else it should make this blog a bit more interesting!
So tell me, over there or here; have you told your parents and in-laws? Do you regret it, or is it good to be out in the open?