The discovery of my pregnancy coincided with the assisted death of my cat so it was a strange time. We'd been trying for a few years with no luck and it was our first IVF cycle. I didn't want to hope too much but I really wanted it to work first time.

When the nurse told me it was a positive result (albeit a very low one at first) I remember thinking "oh wow" in a detached sort of way. I think after all the kerfuffle of getting to that point I just didn't quite believe it and I was protecting myself too in case things didn't go well. I wish I could say that I have a lot of happy memories of that time but when I look back now I was sad and guarded. Probably afraid to let go too much and just enjoy it because of all the emotion under the surface.

Seeing a heartbeat at the six week ultrasound was a turning point for me really. The fog started to lift and the pregnancy really began then for me I think. So ... a happy ending eventually. =)