I have always detested Mother’s day. My own mother did an awesome job of being horrible to myself and my siblings for as long as I can remember, and having to honour her on this day each year by playing happy families and pretending she was number-one-mum was just as traumatising. I don’t speak to my own mother anymore and in recent years, Mother’s day was just another day but now I find myself hating Mother’s day because it represents what I don’t have.

My appointment at IVF Australia was interesting. To cut a long story short, the doctor found 6-8 cysts on my left ovary but none on my right ovary. He isn’t convinced that I’ve been ovulating at all so he is running with the diagnosis of PCOS. I have been prescribed a course of fertility drugs and instructions to return to discuss my options if I am not pregnant after three more cycles.