Earlier this year I fulfilled a lifetime ambition, owning my very own campervan. Forgive me if I sound like a cliche, as a single, childless woman aged 51, with two sausage dogs for company. I’ll often tie my paddleboard to the roof and take off at the weekend.
And why shouldn’t I? This is not the life necessarily I planned for myself, but I’m making the most of it.
A decade ago I spent over a year trying to conceive naturally, suffering a devastating miscarriage in the process. When I then became pregnant via donor egg IVF, my husband freaked out at
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