Throughout my first pregnancy I never had any doubt that it would all end well.  There may have been the tiniest of wobbles on the morning of our 12 week scan but, other than that, I was so confident everything would turn out as it should.  My husband was the worrier and panicked at every stage whilst I was the one to tell him he was being silly. I didn’t realise at the time what a luxury that was.  I think a part of it was first time pregnancy naivety and being a little unaware of just how much could…

When you have been trying to conceive for a long time the two week wait becomes a way of life.  You spend half your month worrying about timings, ovulation, what you could possibly do to help nature take its course and the second half stressing and googling every single possible symptom.  It all consuming, and exhausting. After the first year I stopped crying each month when my period arrived, occasionally I’d lock myself in the bathroom for a few moments to pull myself together before getting on with the rest of the day. There have been so many months when…