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)”