Months of injections. Intrusive exams. Gruelling scans. Scheduled sex – not fun. Negative tests. Frustration. What? It’s not negative? It’s positive? Say again? In my belly? Are you sure? Our little bean! Thirty-six weeks left! I didn’t even know the party had started! Image Credit: nenetus / freedigitalphotos.net Follow LiveContinue Reading
As a woman of a certain age, I’ve had enough doctors, nurses, technicians, interns, and members of the general public up in my hooha that if I lined them all up, we could fill out a parade. With two miscarriages, three children and a round of fertility treatments under my belt, I’ve had more ultrasounds than IContinue Reading
I had two miscarriages with my ex prior to my pregnancy with my eldest. I spent a lot of the pregnancy trying to do things I hadn’t done in the previous two. I somehow got it into my head that I’d done something “wrong” that caused the miscarriages. Logically, IContinue Reading
