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My Story With Disordered Eating and Infertility
It was a perfect night.
Upbeat music in the background, continuous laughter also driven by too many glasses of delicious red wine, the chocolate cake baking in the oven.
It was cold outside; my husband and I had decided to travel back to Italy to visit family as my years of trying (and failing) to conceive had taken a toll on my mental and physical health.
To manage the sadness and anxiety, I started giving my 1000% at work, finding myself working unreasonable hours, delivering workshops all over the world, sleeping little, eating little, while exercising every day.
The trip home was an excuse to reconnect, recharge and start afresh. However, the reality is that I was burnout, and I needed to prioritise myself for once.
But that night was just perfect; all my problems were whispers in the background. I was present, sharing a marvelous dinner with my handsome husband, wonderful sister, and her spouse. Before the cake was served (even if, let’s face it, I was not gonna eat it), my sister gave me a little box. I opened it with surprise, so grateful for receiving a gift. And there it was…a positive pregnancy stick…
“Am I pregnant?” Was the first thought that came to my mind.