Sinking into my boyfriend Paul’s solid arms as we cuddled up on the sofa, I soaked up our blissful bubble.
It was December 2016, and we’d met through mutual friends.
I’d never felt happier.
But there’s still something missing, I thought.
‘I’ve always wanted kids,’ I confessed to Paul.
We were both 39.
I worried I’d left it too late.
1 hadn't meant to.
When I was a teenager and all my mates had boyfriends. I didn’t meet anyone.
I comfort ate to make myself feel better.
Gorged on chocolate and crisps in my bedroom.
Scoffed takeaways for tea.
By 15,
