I dreamt of telling our family on Christmas Day that I was eating for two, but Christmas came and went and so did another 20 months of trying to conceive and thousands of dollars in negative pregnancy tests. Each time holding them up to the light, thinking surely that’s a second line, but being so devastated when it wasn’t. In March 2018 I had a chemical pregnancy, for many this would break their heart, and it did a little, but it also meant that I COULD GET PREGNANT!!
On the 28th October I was due to meet my midwife for what would hopefully be my last appointment, I was 39 weeks and 5 days gestation. She had offered to do a stretch and sweep that day if I wanted. Unfortunately, she had been at births during the night and had to reschedule for the next day, I was a little disappointed but still feeling good. That evening I had started to have some irregular and non-painful contractions and I knew this was probably it, I sent my midwife a text to give her the heads up and off I went to bed.