Family, ah family.

Every time we go to Olsztyn, to my husband's family, I almost go out of my mind. The very thought of meeting them drives me out of my mind. I'm always looking for an excuse not to go there - the flu, training, a friend's birthdayand, etc.

This time there was no excuse - Grandma Kunegunda's birthday. I could already see it with my eyes. I would sit down to dinner with the whole family and even before the soup was ready, the questions would start. When are we finally going to have a grandchild, Asia? - Exactly, I would like to live to see a great-grandchild, my grandmother always says. It's been worse than usual for a few months now - in the summer, my brother-in-law and his fiancée had their first child.

My husband's family are not famous for their tact, in fact you could say they are famous for their tactlessness. They are good people, but they have their quirks. They are terribly curious and, observing them from the outside, one might even say nosy. And yet, despite the fact that they know that my husband and I have been trying unsuccessfully to have a baby for a year, every family celebration involves questions about when we intend to expand our family.

They don't seem to care about my feelings and how much pain it causes me.

So... Grandma's birthday - I knew it would be business as usual. This is the third visit this year, not so long ago Christmas Eve, my father-in-law's name day and now again... the same pain. As I mentioned, even greater. In June, my brother-in-law's baby was born. His fiancée had no problems getting pregnant. And us? We try, we fight, we take care of ourselves, we treat ourselves and nothing. And they succeeded, just like that. Of course I'm happy for them, but every smile from their baby and paeans of admiration for their son don't help.

As you can see, the next trip wasn't going to be great. It made me nauseous just thinking about it....

Realising that the first few months of the year would be intense, we managed to get away for a few days just before Christmas. We decided to 'do ourselves good'. We went for a wonderful weekend at the spa. We were in Bukowina Tatrzańska. Although there was no snow or frost yet, it was really wonderful. We went for long walks in the mountains, ate delicious food with complete disregard for diet or doctors' recommendations. We indulged ourselves. We spent evenings cuddling and making love in front of the fireplace. We didn't want to go back.

This trip was a blast. I completely don't know how it happened, but it did. Perhaps what our psychologist mentioned happened. She urged us to fight the stress, to find time for ourselves, to push the problems away and to occupy our heads with something other than trying to have a baby.

It was most likely when we forgot each other and took care of ourselves and our relationship that the miracle happened. The miracle that has now made me smile from ear to ear.

I already know why I was nauseous at Christmas. Not at all because of the atmosphere in my husband's house... I'm pregnant! I thought so much that we wouldn't make it that I ignored the symptoms. Today we already know that everything is ok. The first trimester is over.

This time it will not be difficult for me to answer my grandmother's questions. This time I will anticipate them. I have already ordered a cake - with a stork! I hope it will be the best present for Grandma Kundzi!