On the morning of the 14th March 2014 I was a wreck. I was terrified that they would open me up and find something sinister. Continue reading “Infertility: from heartbreak to happy endings (part four)”
Nothing was happening, after a year of trying I still wasn’t pregnant.
And so I saw my doctor, as I’d in fact had no periods for four months and nothing seemed to be happening. They were lovely, but told me my BMI was too high for a referral and to return once I’d lost a sufficient amount of weight. Continue reading “Infertility: from heartbreak to happy endings (part two)”
Let me start by saying that this one has been incredibly hard for me to write – it’s taken many drafts and a few tears to get this out and on paper(metaphorically speaking).
You may think I know nothing of infertility, when all I do is moan about my three-year old and constantly joking about the shit side of parenthood, when in fact I was infertile. Barren. Unable to conceive. Continue reading “Infertility: from heartbreak to happy endings (part one)”