To say I was blindsided by infertility, loss and the complexities therein is very much an understatement.
I met my husband in a University lecture at 19, engaged at 24, married at 27. By 28 I had the job, the house, the support network, the life for a baby. When we started trying to conceive I felt nothing but excitement for what was to come. Month after month, if my period was even a day late, I would take a pregnancy test convinced that this would be our time. It was after about nine months of trying that I started to get a bit jittery. We were young and healthy, eating well and tracking cycles – this should be working. Why were we not getting pregnant?