Clutching the pregnancy test in one hand, I threw the other around my husband Ted.
‘Finally,’ I wept.
It was July 2017 and after a year of trying and two rounds of hormone injections, I was expecting.
All that money and stress was worth it, I thought.
Imagining the little life growing inside me.
That September at my 12-week scan, my heart fluttered as the ultrasound technician rubbed cool gel on my tummy.
I was about to see my baby.
Only, her expression suddenly shifted.
‘One moment,’ she said, leaving
