Hello…

I began my own personal journey with fertility investigations & treatment in 2012. It was a long road, without the yearned for upsized family we dreamed of. During that time I chose to build a programme called The Fertility Companion to support others in similar shoes to me.

I never imagined that I would come to the end of treatment without a baby. I saw myself working from home in my pyjamas, babe in arms, vomit on my shoulder. Ohhhhh, the good life.

My life is very different to the one I imagined. It’s not what I chose and yet, I make conscious choices every day about how I am in the world… One thing that has remained unchanged, through all of the challenges I’ve faced is my love of writing. I adored creating the content for the programme I designed. I lost myself in writing blogs & emails to subscribers. While I took time out, to recover from treatment, miscarriage & to get my head around my grief, I missed writing. I missed finding the perfect word or phrase. I missed connecting with people on a similar path. So…I’ve chosen to keep writing now, about my new life. The one I didn’t really choose but am growing into.

I hope some of what I write here helps you…to feel less alone perhaps. Or to groan in recognition of a sister doing her best with what she got. Or maybe to understand a life very different to yours. You’re all welcome here…x

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