My name’s Caroline. I’m a writer and editor, originally from Sheffield, but now in Windsor, UK, living with my long-suffering husband and two puddy cats.
In 2018, we had our first IVF cycle. We didn’t qualify for NHS funding at all, as I was over 35 years-old (yes, I know) even though I am ‘fine’ and our issues are down to male factor. So we went to the Czech Republic instead (up yours UK!) had a pretty disastrous attempt and limped back, battered and bruised.
IVF is such a rollercoaster of an experience, that I wanted to document the highs and lows of cycle two and beyond. A kinda therapy, if you will, but also in the hope that I’d connect with other folk going through the same process. And here we are in 2019, IVF cycle three, and… is there a glimmer of hope now? I barely dare say it in case I jinx it… ooops, too late.
A wise person once told me (or was it a US fertility guru post on Instagram?!) that you can’t put your life on hold for IVF. You have to make plans – you have to have dreams – in case things don’t work out as you’d hoped. And so we do.
Our 2022 master plan is to sell our two properties down south and move ooop north in four years’ time. We want to be mortgage free so we can start to enjoy our lives a bit more. Be less consumed with consumerism and the rat race, and have a bit more time to do all the stuff we would love to do (learn new skills, read more, keep fit etc.)
That’s The Plan, anyway: kids or no kids.
Before I got sucked into the fertility hellhole, I used to love a good old drink. I’m doing less of that these days (yawn) but I still enjoy the odd tipple, as well as reading, keeping fit, travelling, discovering new music and watching (good) reality TV. I’m also partial to the odd motivational quote, a sucker for a sing-along and I love, LOVE, a secondhand shop.