Sitting at the fertility clinic, my husband Chris, then 30, and I both felt nervous.
It was 1995 and since marrying eight years earlier I’d dreamed of starting a family.
Nothing had happened.
I was 28, really wanted kids, and we’d already been trying for a year.
‘Your fallopian tubes are blocked,’ the doctor said.
But as she explained, I breathed a sigh of relief.
The issue could be fixed with a quick op.
A few weeks later, I went under the knife.
Afterwards, I prayed my fertility woes were over.
We started trying again, and waiting.
At 29,
