Eggs, eggs, eggs …
Is it just me or does the London Women’s Clinic magazine have a seriously unfortunate title for a fertility centre?
I realise that it is the plural of ovum/egg but it also quite clearly is a word that means the end. This shouldn’t been the end. This is the beginning. They are giving people a new start.
Having said that, the LWC have been amazing in giving me any literature at all … but this did tickle me!
You know it will be hard? …
Today I went to the doctors to start this long process. I was terrified. I don’t know why, I don’t know what I thought she was going to say (oddly I requested a woman as I felt embarrassed to tell a male doctor … totally irrational!) but I felt exposed and scared that she could put a halt to this on Day 1.
It was roughly one thousand degrees last night so I didn’t sleep. I wouldn’t have slept anyway. I am a seriously good sleeper, usually. Head hits pillow, I wake up 8 hours later. ...
My Family …
Telling my family was never going to be easy. For a start I am the youngest of four siblings, and perhaps more importantly, we lost our parents twenty years ago. Our Dad died when I was 12 and Mum died just 5 years later. I was just a child and although I didn’t realise it for years, I have felt alone ever since.
My siblings are much older than me … My brother by 15 years, Sister 1 by 14 years and Sister 2 by 7 years. Yes, yes they are my full brothers and sisters just my parents ...