Sitting on the edge of the bath, I looked over at my fiancée Lauren.
Neither of us could speak, and we couldn’t take our eyes off the pregnancy test in the sink.
Looking up, I met Lauren’s eyes and gave her a smile.
‘Are you OK?’ I asked.
‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘Nervous.’
We knew very early on in the relationship that we wanted children, and had decided that after we bought our house, we would start trying IVF.
After four happy years together, we had found our perfect home in October 2020, and began IVF in December
‘It’s time,’ I said.
As Lauren, 33, turned over the test, her face dropped.
With shaking hands, she passed it to me.
It was negative.
It was devastating – we were so hopeful.
The clinic had told us we had
