Good times here at Chez Mills - my body appears to have finally recovered from the miscarriage. We’ve had 3 months of constant bleeding, fainting, tears… but things seem to have returned to normal and my body appears ready to start again.

The tell-tale signs are everywhere - there’s folic acid, evening primrose oil, and soy tablets in the bathroom, a new pillow seems to have mysteriously crept into our bedroom, a baby name book beside our bed, and we’re going to bed at 10pm every night… Operation Baby Two is in progress!

Finding mummy & daddy time has proven a bit difficult as poor Dexter is battling a nasty cough and cold (and teething). As he’s so bunged up, he’s been waking in the night, and feeling really run-down and miserable throughout the day. I can reliably inform you watching your other half sucking your child’s snot out of their nose (just to clarify, this is using a snot-sucking-device) is perhaps the most unsexy thing you will ever see them do.

I’m trying my best to resist temptation and get out the ovulation strips - I don’t want to put us both under the same pressure we did when conceiving Dexter. We’d been trying just over a month when I forced my GP to send us to the hospital for a PCOS ultrasound, signed up to an online pregnancy forum and bleated on about how impossible the whole thing was, took my body temperature in hideous ways, and had a wall chart with just about every useless little thing I could record. I was pregnant a few weeks later.

I still remember the night Dexter was conceived. I had convinced myself we’d missed the boat on my most fertile day (I think Craig had popped down the pub to watch a Manchester Utd match the evening before) and I was in a foul mood with him. Driving to his flat in his van I was giving him the silent treatment and envisaging another punishing month of monitoring my cycle, and enduring more pointless chit chat with fellow desperados on BabyandBump.com.

Poor Craig - I had insisted he cut out caffeine from his diet, force-fed him zinc every morning, and called him home on his lunch-break’s for report for duty. I can’t fault him though - he’d been studying my little chart too and was convinced we had an extra night to make the most of - turns out he was right and I became pregnant with Dexter that night.

This time around - I’m determined not to turn the whole thing into a military operation. I’m only 30 years old so still have age on my side. Despite all my moaning I fell pregnant with Dexter in just 2 months, and have just fallen pregnant again since. Although Craig is now 42, he’s fit and healthy and all the evidence suggests he’ll be ready and able for a few years yet.

Some habits die hard though and I’ve already downloaded a conception app on my iPhone… Still, at least this time it’s not a wall-planner…

Wish us luck!