I remember choosing donor sperm as though it were yesterday. As with so many occasions in my life, I spent so long agonising over the many choices that before I…
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It’s the fifth of February. I’m laying on my back, thighs parted and held apart. And I am trying to steady my breathing; I feel as though my lungs are…
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I am pregnant. The baby is three weeks and four days old and smaller than a full stop at the end of a sentence. It is such early days; it was…
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Tuesday, CD5. On the table, I think about the meat under my skin; the yellow blubber into which I’ve pressed the needles, the throb of arteries and swoosh of blood…
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I don’t see him so much any more. Years ago, when the boys were small and made up more of biology than their own individual personalities, I looked for –…
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