The worst part of going through in vitro fertilisation (IVF) were the drugs. Setting my alarm to take the tablets on time, mixing liquids with powder and drawing the solution up into the syringe, lifting up my top, looking into the mirror and injecting first in the roll of flesh that sits to the left of my belly button, and then to my right so that I wouldn’t bruise. It didn’t make a difference, at the end of the two …
