About Me
- Heather
- Apr 20, 2019
- 2 min read

No-one ever told me how hard it was to conceive. Just as many others growing up, it was another life stage that you reached: finding a partner, settling down, then having a family. I’d always known I wanted children. When my husband first proposed, back in 2014, our wedding date was set for just four months’ time, conscious I was not getting any younger at 29, and we were both family-oriented people.
At school you’re told you can get pregnant if it’s your first time, standing up and so on so I was always a bit worried if my period was a bit late. I’ve never been totally regular, one month it may be a few days early, other months a few days later. After three and a half years of trying, I’ve never conceived. I’m now 33.
I wonder why more women don’t talk about it. Perhaps it’s a sense that they’ve failed (I certainly feel that way), a sense of embarrassment that it’s a taboo subject or perhaps it’s just too painful. It is, however, important to talk about it. Once we open up to others, we realise that infertility, for whatever reason, is not as uncommon as we might think. Many lives have been changed by infertility, or IVF treatment, so I want to encourage and empower other women by talking openly and freely about my journey. You shouldn’t feel on your own, or that you can’t or shouldn’t talk about it. In writing this blog, I’d like to encourage you, as readers to share your experiences, and open up an honest and positive discussion on what is regarded still as a relatively taboo subject. I hope you find my story both hopeful and helpful.



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