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The Fertility MOT – Pass or Fail?

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Pass or Fail.jpgSunday 13th September 2015.

I’m never going to forget that date. That’s the day that, with my heart in my throat and butterflies in my tummy,  I went up to TBMP (“The Baby Making Place”)  in London to find out whether my lady organs were still in functioning order.

First of all I was met by a nurse who took my paperwork and explained what would happen that day; then I was taken in to meet Dr B. He seemed nice and I’ve long got over feeling weird about seeing male doctor when it involves my lady bits – the man’s a gynaecologist,  he must be sick of the sight of vagina all day long!

Anyhoo…

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Booking a Fertility MOT

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Wannabe Mama - MOT TIME
Wannabe Mama – MOT TIME

I’m not the most patient person in the world and once I get an idea into my head it’s all systems go with researching and planning its execution ; so since I’d decided that I was serious about Operation Baby I decided to jump right in and start finding out my options.

I called and emailed around some the of London fertility clinics I’d found on Google to gather some information on treatment and prices. One, hereafter known as The Baby Making Place  (TBMP), invited me to an information session they were holding on donor conception aimed at single women and lesbian couples – just what I needed – so I dragged my friend L  along. At the end of the session they offered a discount on initial consultations so I decided to make an appointment for a Fertility MOT

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Back story pt. 2: Investigating the disappearance of Aunt Flo

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I’d taken a HPT in Australia in April, I took one at the family planning clinic in June (when they removed my coil), and the The Boy and I then  broke up a couple of weeks after that (with no getting jiggy since before the coil came out); I definitely wasn’t pregnant so I  was starting to become a little worried the Aunt Flo seemed to be on some kind of extended vacation.
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Back story pt. 1: The case of the disappearing periods

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Before I start rambling on about the things that are happening in the present I had better fill in the gaps with a bit of back story around how I ended up here…

In my last relationship I was really clear that I wanted to have a baby within the next couple of years and that was a deal breaker for me. The Boy (as he shall hereafter be known) was a couple of years younger than me and tried to convince me otherwise as he wasn’t ready yet (hence being a boy vs. a man); he had me considering it when something terrible reared its head… my periods started to disappear. Continue reading →

A letter to Baby

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Hello Baby,

Right now you’re just a twinkle in your mother’s eye but I can’t wait to meet you.  I’ve dreamed of you ever since my early teens, and I’ve always had a certainty that we’d have a happy and loving relationship.

Baby, I want to raise you as a part of my large, loving and crazy family. I want to teach you your ABCs, your 123s, how to ride a bike, how to bake cookies, and most importantly to be a moral, kind, caring person who’ll make a difference in the world – just the kind of person we need more of. So adding you will be the difference I make to the world. You will be my companion, my pupil, and my legacy when I’m gone.
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Welcome to my world

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Hello World!

Here I am, just shy of a month after my 33rd birthday, and I have made the bold and wonderful decision to become a “Single Mother By Choice” (SMBC) a.k.a “Choice Mum”.

This is a decision I have had in the back of my mind for years. I always wanted a family while I was young so I envisioned myself getting married and having kids in my mid-20s – 2, maybe 3 – and if that doesn’t work out I’ll go to a sperm bank or adopt a baby when I’m 30. I had it all planned out. But life doesn’t give a toss about what you have planned. So, when my mid-20s came and went, and that plan hadn’t worked out, I thought “no worries” I’ll just re-plan. I wasn’t ready to give up on the idea of a husband and happily ever after, so I decided to give myself more time “If I am still single at 35 then I’ll go to a sperm bank” (I felt adoption was ruled out by a medical condition but more on that later).

The part of my new plan I didn’t count on was my biological clock starting to tick so LOUDLY so early.
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