To the mother trying so hard to conceive your baby. To the mother who knew her baby as only a precious scan picture and two lines on a pregnancy test. To the mother injecting herself every day and praying her IVF treatment works, And the mother who lost her baby too soon. You are all mothers - every day. To the mother who is feeding her baby at 3am, completely exhausted. And the mother of the toddler who has had a million meltdowns today. To the mother who doubts herself, And

I will start this blog post by stating categorically that infertility is no laughing matter. It is perhaps one of the most devastating, non-life-threatening conditions that we suffer as humans and I would argue that it’s something that only those who have experienced it, can truly understand. During my ten year battle with this nightmare my life was turned upside-down (sometimes literally), as my desperation drove me to try anything and everything I could to have children. Du

A long, long time ago in a decade called the 90’s, before the invention of Facebook, Instagram and Smart Phones (hard to imagine I know), I was a moody teenager. I was a moody teenager trying to discover who I was and what I wanted to be, in a posh private school where the tweed jackets itched and smelled a bit of wet dog, my woollen skirt was BELOW the knee and where I could never be who I was. But I knew what I wanted to be. In hormonal, teenage mind I wanted to be two thin