Morning sickness. Midwife appointments. Packing the hospital bag. Childbirth. Breastfeeding. Eating dinner with a Moses basket at my feet and everything beyond that.
I had been so delighted with, and dedicated to, my previous pregnancies. Our sons were so wanted, it didn’t feel fair to bring a child into the world when I couldn’t muster that same level of enthusiasm.It’s a long road to fertility treatment.
There are endless appointments, blood tests, ultrasounds, injections, the invasive egg collection, the embryo transfer – and there is no guarantee you’ll get pregnant.
Having gone through all that, you have to be pretty certain that you want to raise another human at the end. But this was different.
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