My GP thought I might be pregnant but said that my hormone level was too low for my dates. At the ultrasound I told the sonographer I was seven weeks pregnant.

‘You can’t be,’ she said, using her head to point at the screen. There was a black-and-white pattern, a snowstorm, and somewhere to the side a black hole. ‘It’s just a gestational sac; there’s no heartbeat.’

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