Briefly...

As every story, this one has a beginning... It started a long long time ago, maybe more than I can remember... It started with my dolls, my barbies, my drawings, my practical jokes of stuffing a pillow inside my overalls and going out pretending to be a pregnant teenager... The desire of becoming a mum has always been inside...

When I got married, I was not in a rush for a baby... I wanted to make things right, to enjoy with my husband, to make the best out of our first years... However, the biological clock started ticking a little bit louder and I could hear nothing else...

Things have not been that easy... And somehow I knew it was going to be a difficult journey, probably because of my awareness of having PCOS (Polycystic Ovary Syndrome). The months became years. Nobody that has not been through a similar experience knows how bitter are the tears and how deep is the pain of looking around and finding that all friends and family we surrounded by newborn babies and that half of the population you know was pregnant...
Hope is hard to keep when you've tried all sort of treatments and your body refuses to cooperate... Eventually, a place was made available for us on the waiting list for IVF... Until...