September 2017 and John and I were heading into our final NHS funded round of IVF. Round number 3. Two frozen embryos left in storage at Create Fertility in St Pauls, London. I’d already taken a 3 month sabbatical from work earlier in 2017 to allow time for a few rounds, the second one ending in the cervical ectopic pregnancy you can read about here.…
“What I would say is, and this is probably the hardest thing to do, is just relax about it. There have been so many people that I’ve known who’ve gone through several rounds of IVF and nothing happens. And when they’ve given up, and gotten on with their lives, it miraculously happens naturally… Sometimes stress itself can have a very negative effect. So try…
Something I’ve struggled with this year is the reality that a full time office job (although I’m lucky to work one day a week from home) is a bit of a sedentary life. I’ve worked in an office set up for years now. Almost 10 years in TV, 2.5 years at a record label (amazing amazingness) and before I went to uni another couple of…
So last week the Government announced more commitment to mental health services. Good. It’ll probably still fall really short of what’s required. But it’s a start. It’s only really in the last year that I’ve been intrigued by my own mind. Just how much does it influence my body, health and confidence? Am I limiting my own potential by clinging on to the tail of…
However, let’s start with yesterday first. Yesterday was tough. Apart from seeing a chirpy and extremely pretty friend (hi Ange!) for a dog walk and a spot to eat in the morning, the rest of the day was a miserable struggle. You know when people explain that they can’t raise a smile? I now get that. I couldn’t. Apart from when John was giving me…
OH GOD. Oh god, oh god, oh god. What if I never get pregnant and have a baby? What then hey? Unthinkable. That can’t happen. It just can’t. I think I’d break if it did. My heart, my spirit. I’m 35 and you know what they say when a woman is 35. It’s all downhill from now on fertility wise. I can actually see me…
Last week I was scrolling through Instagram and was actually floored to see on Lewis Howes feed that writer Hal Elrod has cancer. For those of you who don’t know Hal, I mean, I don’t know Hal, he wrote the book The Miracle Morning. The book covers Hal’s 6 steps (his life S.A.V.E.R.S) that he urges us to do every morning to set us up…
So is this just a 35 year old thing or is walking just absolutely great? Today I went for a Sunday ramble around Ivinghoe Beacon with Mr G and Rupert and it was an utter delight. It was sunny and cold with frost still on the ground. I’ve really got into wandering around in the last year. I’ve even sort of considered the nordic walking…
Tuesday I had an unhealthy day. With some groggy pain stabbing around my abdomen I felt blue and resided mainly on the sofa. I didn’t meditate, didn’t read. Two things I have been enjoying daily recently. I didn’t make my morning turmeric fuelled juice. I watched the whole series of The Night Manager* back to back throughout the day and I ate crisps. A lot…
For just over two months now I have been trying out meditation. I say that with no air of smugness whatsoever because I am far from a bonafide meditator, still very much learning the basics and struggling at times along the way. I am also still to master fitting it in every day. But, I’ve done enough reading to know that meditation, or regular silence…
