On Tuesday it was my god sons first birthday! How exciting, I have been looking forward to it for week. He was having a little party…how cute, his first little party.

Anyway, I had been off buying a present, some little bits for the party and was looking forward to it, couldn’t wait for the weekend to go.

I tried to get out of work early but my boss wasn’t having any of it, so there I was counting down the last few minutes so I couldn’t rush off to the party.

I was driving home singing along to the radio all excited looking forward to the fun and games……. How wrong could I have been?

I walked through the door and there was an abundance of mums with their babies and I just stood in shock as it hit be, my heart sunk.

I took a deep breath and told myself that this wasn’t the time of the place and I needed to get a hold of myself, so off I went into the unknown!

I was doing ok, I walked in gave the birthday boy a kiss and a cuddle and left his tearing open his present and I walked off into a quiet corner grabbing my nephew on the way.

I thought to myself, ok it’s not so bad is it!

I had sat in the corner of this room for what felt like a lifetime, but was about 3 minutes and all of a sudden the conversation along with everybody’s faces turned to me…..

When are you going to have a baby? Why aren’t you pregnant yet, what are you waiting for? Isn’t it about time you had a baby now? Shouldn’t you be giving these little monkeys a playmate?

Oh god, I could feel myself going a glowing shade of red, and my mouth began to water which could only mean one thing, I was going to cry!

I was fighting back the tears as the questions were flying at me, but I just couldn’t hold out any longer……

I went out of the nearest door, babbling something to do with dinner being in the over.

I just walked into my house and sat in the dark with only my tears for company, I felt awful.