So I didn't realise for one minute that I would ever be in this situation. I didn't think I could fall pregnant, at 39 years old - I've got friends my age who have been on IVF for years - plus I was also 'careful'. Religiously careful to avoid the times of the month that should be avoided. The same technique had worked for years. I really don't quite understand, but on April 3, 4 days before my birthday, I peed on a stick and it came up positive.
I peed on another 6 sticks with the same result. It was at this point that my world, and my life as I knew it thus far would change. That was 13 weeks ago. I couldn't have guessed how much the next few months would hurt, and I have no idea what the future will be like, but I thought I would document this time in the event that I come out at the other end with the ability to look back and smile. Which doesn't seem possible right now, but it might. And if that happens, then hopefully I can be inspiration to other women who are going through exactly the same thing. This lonely journey that I face will no doubt be tough and things might even get worse before they get better - and things might not even get better - but I have to admit there is a tiny part of me that is curious.
What will this journey be like and can I be a Strong Mummy?
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