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Back in the day I was known as Josie, the carefree chick that would come and go as I pleased, pretty outspoken, I lived by my own agenda and I certainly lived life to the fullest, doing everything and anything I wanted to do. I thought I was Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City, having a love for my friends, shoes, fashion and bags (I guess some things still haven’t and won’t change lol).

My mum Carmel divorced after 3 years of marriage and grew my sister and I up on her own. Mum taught me to stand up for myself and my beliefs as she did and had after her divorce and although she was my parent always telling me off for something, she was also my best friend through it all. There was nothing I’d hide from her cos she already seemed to know what I had done or what I was going to do lol. My sister Nancy was my little annoying and very well behaved sister up until the day she married, it was then she also became my best friend. She’s always been prettier, more sensible, a lot smarter and much more wiser than me, therefore looking up to her I do quite proudly. Without my mum and sister who knows where I’d be! The 3 of us are a force to be reckoned with and should anyone hurt or do wrong by either of us, well all I can say is good luck to you.. We stand united in every way and that’s purely because the three of us are so tightly bonded. People that know me may say I’m a tad spoilt and I’ll quietly say it’s true. I hate the word no and actually still do up until now lol. I somehow always manage to overturn a no into a yes and I’d have to say it’s one of my greatest abilities to date.

Let’s face it right, I never expected to be the recipient of bad news in the office of my gynaecologist. From the tender age of 21, my poor body had been subject to 10 or more laparoscopic surgeries, particularly relating to endometriosis. It somehow became the norm for my pear shape sized uterus to be put through this so called form of “minimal invasive surgery” every 18 or so months.

I think I was around 36 years old, where I began to consider my age for having children and that’s when I took myself to my gynaecologist to get some tests. After being told I would need a blood test to see where I was at hormonally, this blood test would also determine whether I had enough eggs to be able to conceive.

Six weeks pregnant and over the moon BUT I’m in hospital on a drip for extreme nausea and constant vomiting. By morning I thankfully felt better and it was during a routine ultrasound that I was told there is not only one baby growing but two! 

Blessed with two and double the trouble but throughout my pregnancy it was double the damn hormones. This lead me to a early diagnosis of the medical term for severe all day sickness called “hyperemesis gravidarum”. This was horrible, this was constant and by week 12, I had to stop work completely. My amazing OB advised if it hadn’t subsided by this stage it will continue throughout the whole pregnancy and far out, he was right.