In some ways, the lockdown doesn’t stop life from going on. Yes, we’re working from home, yes, we’re cancelling dentist appointments and haircuts, but in many ways, we’re adapting not stopping.

And some things won’t fix themselves. All the time I wait and don’t do anything about it, my ovaries are becoming more cystic which means it’ll probably be harder to get pregnant when I want to start a family.

So I’ve made an initial consultation with the fertility specialist. The expertise comes with a hefty price tag, so I want to be prepared for what will no doubt be no more than a 20-minute video call. Naturally, the private team can’t request my medical notes from the NHS, so I’ve enlisted the help of a housemate to root out various letters for me at my home in Brighton while I’m camping with my family during the lockdown.

Despite the kind and understanding nature of the lady on the phone, when she asks if I have a husband or a partner, I can’t help but feel like a fraud when I say “no”.

At first, fertility treatment was a backup plan, but maybe it’s a viable alternative or the only route to motherhood?

I’m excited to find out the next stage, and I’ll share my experiences with the consultation next week.

(Stage 2 can be found here.)

Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay