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Apologies to anyone who has been awaiting my latest update (I am sure there is at least one person out there ha!), my slacking ways have returned! A lot has happened since my last post, including the celebration of my first wedding anniversary, so that was lovely. What hasn't been so lovely are my first steps into the world of assisted fertility treatment. In the past few weeks I have had more blood drawn and doctors letters than I can ever remember. It feels good to feel like we are making a start, however I can't say that I am brimming with hope. Before I made it to my first appointment at the fertility clinic, I had to go through yet another period and it is safe to say it was the worst yet. It wasn't even anything to do with the fact that I wasn't pregnant (for once), but the excruciating agony of it. My husband and I had gone to visit my Mother and I ended up rolling around in the living room, on the floor, the sofa, on all fours, crying and at times screamin...

I would like to start this update with a HUGE thank you to both Tessa Broad and Red Door Publishing for giving me the chance to be part of the 'Dear You' virtual book tour. It was a true honour and it has given me a huge boost, both personally and also with regards to this blog. It was a wonderful thing to have been a part of and I know that Red Door took a chance on me as my blog was very new when they signed me up, so I very much appreciate the opportunity. With the warm & fuzzies over, I am going to write about a beautiful piece of advice that I took from 'Dear You' and mentioned in my review - be kind. I had actually planned to write about the issues I have taken note of during National Fertility Awareness Week, namely male infertility and its impact on those men and also the postcode lottery aspect of fertility treatment, however this week has thrown me a few curve balls, so - quite selfishly - I feel like going into them a bit more instead. Two days ago I ...

Tessa Broad's book 'Dear You - A Letter to My Unborn Children' is the eloquently written memoir of a very brave woman, who has pushed her own personal insecurities to the side to give a face - and more importantly a voice - to the anonymous masses of infertile men and women out there. The book is a letter written to Tessa's 'imaginary'  children  (over the years, I don't doubt that the love Tessa has nurtured for these children is anything but imaginary), the ones who she never got to meet due to a cruel combination of nature and circumstance. I have to admit that I only finished reading this book a few days ago, which is a long time since I first started reading it. That is absolutely not a reflection of the book's content, how it was written or anything else of the sort, quite the contrary in fact. Tessa has really poured her heart and soul into this memoir, which is why I describe her as brave - I believe that to be true of anyone who puts pe...