Iíve heard it said many times and by many people that there are few things harder in this life than having a baby. I think Iím inclined to agree.
The next 336 hours will be tough. No, the next 336 hours will be really toughÖ
I feel like an Olympian, waiting to see whether the years of hard work, sacrifice and dedication are finally going to pay off, or whether my body is about to fail me at the last hurdle and make me wonder why I ever hoped I could win.
My best friend is pregnant, my single friends are planning their pregnancies and, after five long years of tests and investigations, Iím coming to the end of my third Ė and supposedly final Ė IVF treatment. There are 336 hours to survive before Iíll know if I get to join the motherhood club. Thatís 224 waking hours of pure psychological torture. 112 sleeping hours to stare at the ceiling and wonder, what the hell am I going to do with my life if it turns out I canít have kids?
Based on the authorís true life experiences, 336 Hours is a humorous and poignant diary about one womanís quest to be a mother.