A little about me. My name is Aimee and I am 41 years old. I love anything to do with nature whether it be a trip to the beach, camping in the mountains or spending time out in my garden. I spend a lot of time in baths and showers, water calms me! I love to cook and am a real homebody. My favourite place to be is at home with a good book, a steaming cup of tea surrounded by my lovely little family & my fur girl Lucy.
After a few years of ‘just seeing what happens’, my husband Leigh & I decided that things were taking a bit too long & booked in with a fertility specialist to get things moving. After spending so much of my twenties trying not to get pregnant, I was shocked when we were diagnosed with secondary unexplained infertility. In other words, there was no medical reason why we shouldn’t be able to get pregnant, we just couldn’t. Unbeknownst to us, we had managed to book in with a fertility specialist with no bed side manner. Being complete novices, we put no research into our choice, we had just gone with who could get us in first! (take note – RESEARCH! Make sure that you connect with your fertility specialist, if we had of met with this one first we would never have booked with her!)
The way I was treated really turned me off going any further on our IVF journey and as we both had children from previous relationships we thought that we would just see how things turned out. To be honest, the struggles of a blended family took a lot of energy and we had the attitude of ‘if it’s meant to be, it will be’.
For 12 long years we just got on with our lives, while the yearning for a child together never left us, we moved on. The older children grew up & left home & we found that we were having a lot more time with just the 2 of us.
Cue my 40th birthday, we went away for the weekend to celebrate. I was due for my period and was spotting the entire weekend, just enough to be annoying you know! We had a lovely time, but I was so tired the whole time & just really wasn’t into the cocktails that I would usually love. The week after we got home from the trip was so busy for me at work. It wasn’t until I was chatting with a girlfriend that I realised that I never actually had my period then. I booked in with my GP thinking that maybe I was going through early menopause. On the morning of my appointment something told me that I should take a pregnancy test just so I didn’t look like an idiot at the surgery.
It. Was. Positive.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. In 11 years I had never seen a second line on a test.
Spoiler Alert – It didn’t end well.