4. BEING YOUNG & HAVING PLENTY OF TIME

So, there we were, giving it another year of “trying” before a doctor would even consider doing any tests or acknowledging the fact that a woman might know her body. How silly of me, so young and stupid!

By this point Ben & I had two babies of another kind.

Poppy Dog, a cuddle monster, nicknamed Licky Minaj, due to her love of giving kisses. Poppy is a Jack Russell crossed with a Lhasa Apso x toy poodle! She was the first to join our family and she is the cutest little fluffy scruff ball crossed with a teddy bear.

Uma Cat, top napper, hater of cuddles and kisses. She’s a dinky little thing, and loves a fuss but only on her terms. She adores Poppy and I am pretty sure she thinks she is a dog, she has the most adorable pink nose, tiny teeth and the cutest toe beans.

You know I wouldn’t be writing this if my happy ending came along anytime soon, it didn’t. Buckle in folks!

The year passes us by, we had a lot of fun, had a holiday and made some memories. For my 25th Birthday Ben took me away to Cornwall. I bloody love Cornwall, and whilst we were there, as the sun went down over the sea… Ben asked me to marry him ❤

With my already well stocked Pinterest boards, I got straight on the case of planning our wedding. Wedding magazines, scrap books, Pinterest, wedding fayres, visiting venues – it was a dream and I loved every second of it.

After a year had passed from my previous doctors appointment, I made an appointment to go back. At which point I was referred to see a fertility specialist. This took a while to come through and when it did there was numerous tests to be done and a questionnaire to be filled in and returned.

With all of our tests done and the questionnaires returned we finally reached the appointment day.

I was called in alone from the waiting room, where a nurse measured and weighed me, for BMI bullshit, I was sent back to the waiting room with Ben. After a while we were both called in to go and meet the fertility doctor. She talked us through the questionnaires we had filled in, and then took me alone into another room to meet someone I was about to become very familiar with… Wanda.

For those of you who do not know who Wanda is – She or rather it is an internal scanning device that gets shoved up your nether regions with a rubber johnny over it and then a big blob of freezing cold lube squirted on the top.

With my legs akimbo, you know the score – feet together, drop your knees to the side. Wanda was popped inside of me… My insides were on the screen beside me. Not a word was said to me, lots of pulling and prodding from the probe inside of my body. Pictures printed and then I am handed a piece of paper towel to wipe my lubed up vagina with and then I’m told to get dressed and head back to the consultation room.

Once back in the consultation room with Ben, the doctor talks us through her findings.

“You are classic polycystic, the scan showed lots of cysts on both of your ovaries. Your tubes are clear though, so that is great news. There really isn’t a reason that you are not getting pregnant. Buy this supplement online (that costs the earth), give up smoking (fair enough) and… COME BACK IN A YEAR IF NOTHING HAPPENS, but I do not expect to see you again, in the best possible way”

Cheers then! So I buy the ridiculously priced supplements, because what’s money if it gets you a baby right! Ben & I both gave up smoking.

More time passes and nothing happens, however we had a wedding to plan. The big day was fast approaching. Ben had his stag and I had my hen in Amsterdam (Not together, we went at different times) Best weekend ever for me, My maid of honour – my little sister Daisy, the PA and OCD organizer obviously nailed that one.

And just like that, it was our wedding day…