The beginning

T and I decided to start trying for a baby when I was 31 and he was 33. I remember saying I didn’t want to leave it any longer just in case we had problems conceiving. I also remember hoping that by saying that, just by voicing that there could be issues, I was somehow protecting us from that outcome. We were both fit and healthy. Neither of our parents had problems and actually both lots of parents had had us in their mid to late thirties so in my heart of hearts I thought we would probably be okay.

We booked a month off work. A road trip in New Zealand. One last amazing holiday just us and when we came home, we would start the next part of our lives together. Life was good and we were happy and excited.

That was six years ago. Six holidays ago plus a honeymoon in Borneo. We’ve moved house. We got married…