FOR THE FAMILY
Gently knocking on the bathroom door, my husband Ross called in.
‘Is everything OK in there?’ he asked.
‘No, not really,’ I sighed.
On the other side of the door, I was sat on the edge of the bath, staring at the single line on a pregnancy test – it was negative.
It was 2013, and Ross, then 30, and I had been trying for a baby for five years.
When we’d met in a nightclub back in 2004, we’d got together pretty quickly.
We married in May 2008, and decided to start trying for a baby right away.
But we were in no rush, so when
