It’s a Wednesday afternoon and I’m sitting in a meeting with a colleague.
He’s telling me about the complex technology used by one of our new clients. Something about data stacks.
I’m nodding along but there are tears running down my cheeks, dropping silently on to my notebook.
‘I’m fine honestly,’ I say when he looks at me startled, thinking he has bored me to tears. ‘Please keep going.’
I’d got my period that morning. And that time, I’d fallen hook, line, and sinker for the dream. At a week late, I had thought I was finally pregnant. I’d even noticed some of the early symptoms everyone talks about.