H olding another pregnancy test, I held back tears.
Negative.
It was January 2019 and my husband Phil, then 33, and I had been trying for a baby for over three years.
Having got engaged in 2016, I stopped taking the pill and waited patiently for my periods to return.
Only they were sporadic, often months apart.
I’d visited the doctor after a year trying.
At over 22st and 5ft 8in, I was classed as obese.
Diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS), I wasn’t ovulating properly, which was why I was struggling to conceive.
I was given medication to