
From as early as I can remember, I had a clear vision of what my future would look like. While my dreams often shifted from one ambition to the next, there was one role I never questioned: I was going to be a mum.
It wasn't just a hope; to me, it was a given. One of those assumptions you took for granted.
A couple of years after marrying my long-term partner, we made the decision to stop using contraception and start trying for a baby.
In my mind, the whole journey unfolded like a movie. I was 26, in a stable career, and ready. We'd fall pregnant quickly and share the news in a joyous, surprising reveal. A spontaneous, love-filled moment would lead to a positive test, followed by a doctor's confirmation and a teary, happy announcement to our families.
But things didn't go to plan. With each passing month, excitement turned into uncertainty, and soon, overwhelming anxiety and despair.
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My periods had always been irregular as a teenager and young adult and, since coming off the pill, nothing had changed.
Sometimes four weeks would pass, other times more than six, before my period would make its arrival, crashing like a tsunami for at least seven days, an unflinching and often painful reminder that my body had failed once again.