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Stacey Hill

Writer and poet

A brutally honest journey to mummy through IVF and beyond. Now twin mummy to my loves Ronnie and Arnie, documenting the highs and lows of motherhood.

I don't flower things up, i say it how it is, and you're not alone.... even I've googled the consistency of my cervical mucus along the way.

What they don't tell you about IVF and parenting, I'll be sure to spill the beans on.
The Key To Baby Number

The Key To Baby Number Three

Truth is....... I just don't know how to switch that feeling off. I've got people telling me "you need another" as well as the natural born feeling of wanting babies that runs through my veins. The thought of really not wanting to have another baby, I simply can't relate to... but I know I will always, even when I'm old and wrinkly have this need for a baby.
27/10/2016 15:01 BST
A Poem Of

A Poem Of Infertility

It feels like a weight has been lifted As you lay out your private life bare Unburden yourselves from this secret Infertility love affair
13/09/2016 10:12 BST
A Journey Through IVF And

A Journey Through IVF And Beyond

I was walking hand in hand with Keith, bum poking out from my hospital gown, cheeks clenched so not to shoot out my pessary, wrists labelled up like a lab rat, and we had an entourage of unfamiliar faces watching, as we dragged our third wheel, infertility down the corridor for the last time.
12/09/2016 13:15 BST
A Letter To My Younger

A Letter To My Younger Self

Dear 15 year old me. You probably won't read this letter because it's stuck in a pile of unfinished homework on your bedroom floor, next to the mouldy cups of coffee and your dirty underwear, that you're too bone idle to put in the wash bin.
09/09/2016 17:14 BST