AD | Collaborative post It wasn’t until I was in my early 20s that I even heard about PCOS. If you’d have asked me what it was back then I wouldn’t have even been able to tell you what the letters stood for. If, like me, you don’t know then it stands for polycystic ovary syndrome and it’s a condition that affects how the ovaries work but it does come with quite a few different symptoms.
Since the beginning of the year I have been posting on and off about the choice John and I made not to have any more children. After a really traumatic pregnancy and birth, we decided that the risk of me getting pregnant again is not worth going through what I did last time. Earlier in the year we made the decision for me to go ahead with a sterilisation and after months and months of waiting for an appointment, I finally got booked in last month. Last Wednesday I received a letter from the hospital
Let’s get this straight… I am not pregnant with our second! This post is actually going to be about not having second babies but going for sterilisation instead. *This post talks about sex. If you’re not comfortable with that (Mum) I won’t be offended if you don’t carry on reading. A couple of my friends have either recently found out they are expecting their second child or like one friend, due pretty soon! I am absolutely thrilled for them all and so excited for when the new babies are born. However, this is also my