This is for my Muslim sisters. I spotted this post about infertility in Islam on Facebook by Imam Omar Suleiman. I spent many years feeling punished and that as a woman it was my fault. That was until I read…
This is for my Muslim sisters. I spotted this post about infertility in Islam on Facebook by Imam Omar Suleiman. I spent many years feeling punished and that as a woman it was my fault. That was until I read…
This is going to be a triggering post which mentions that hated and yet rejoiced word beginning with P. If you’re unable to cope with reading about that right now then please do protect yourself and skip this post. I’m…
Someone wise once said to me “The past is over. Clear your emotional landscape. Fill the future with new memories – aspirations and dreams.” Happy New Year all x Dear 2014, You’ve been one hell of a year. Thank you…
Recently there have been quite a few ladies on Twitter facing failed fertility treatments and losses. We all know it’s a really tough time of year to be going through this. When my cycle failed late last November I felt…
A Fertility Gift By: Tess Murphy One Man’s Story on why he decided to become a sperm donor Since I’ve been blogging I’ve watched women seek egg donors but I’ve never witnessed a sperm donor seeking a female or a…
Last night I spent most of my time awake and clutching my stomach. I’m getting pains whenever I need to pee. The cramps are cruel. Throbbing like AF. I cried just before I left for work because I feel unable…
I’m sorry I haven’t replied to comments on the last couple of posts or responded on Twitter. I haven’t been functioning like a normal human being. I’ve avoided talking about this BFP because I always thought I’d stop blogging with…
I’ve been a bit quiet about the results today because last night I saw a glimmer of hope with a faint positive and a definite digital positive. However, my fears were confirmed. The faintness wasn’t because I’ve been drinking loads…
I love you guys for rooting for me. I’ve been struggling to transform that energy into my own and the truth is that I can’t function. The only thing I can do is obsessively Google symptoms and hide my face…
So tomorrow marks a big day – transfer. I’m planning my outfit because I want to go there feeling my best – not looking like death like the last time. I’m also envisioning how zen I’m going to be while…