In my head it was glorious sunshine and the kids running around laughing and playing and us sitting out late chatting, looking at the stars and melting marshmallows...
"The moment came we were probably both subconsciously worrying about - G cried because she didn't have a daddy."
The sickness came over me like I was on a rubber dinghy in the middle of the Atlantic during a storm.
In a way, I don't want to test as I want the hope to go on; It's a nice feeling to have hope.
I was excommunicated because of my sexuality, but now I’ve found a church that celebrates who I am.
I'm well versed in what not to google, not testing early, and making sure I don't have too much free time to think about it.
Just when you've got your head around one hurdle, you realise you're about to embark on a new rollercoaster.
I hope I'm not the only one who has felt like this during treatment
All this IVF stuff can really consume you - thinking about the next injection, the next scan, the "what ifs"
I know, I know, I'm a total idiotic bag of hormones.