Infertility: Miracles do happen
I bent down to tie my shoe lace and my vision narrowed from countryside to road in an instant. An ant bustled past my toe, goal driven and full of busyness. As I stood up a wave of dizziness broke over me and I placed a hand on my stomach. The realisation surprised me again. Realisation that by some twist of fate, by some natural miracle, I was, I am, pregnant.
Yep, pregnant. No, not with drugs. No, not with fertility treatment. Just totally, utterly naturally.
If you’ve read our infertility or birth story you know what we went through to conceive DD. The physical and mental challenges of infertility that were followed by the new but no less taxing challenge of her premature birth and beyond. And all in a foreign country.
We had a few attempts to conceive again in China using IUI but it wasn’t to be. So we decided not to go through fertility treatment again when we came home to the UK and just let the fates decide if another child was in our future. Sometimes I was a little bitter about it but I came to accept it.
Were the fates reading this blog I wonder? They certainly had other plans.
So here I am, 13 weeks into my second pregnancy and still in shock.
It’s a new chapter for us, uncharted territory with no compass. But it’s a journey that we’re so, so happy to be making. I hope you’ll join us, it’ll be a wild ride I’m sure.