Hormones are a painfully slow business. I’ve been on them all day, every day for 8 months and nothing seems to have happened. Impatience is a terrible bedfellow and it’s quite easy to find yourself allowing that frustration, that’s been lapping away at your ankles, to start to build up. And then, suddenly, one morning you notice that the boob fairy has dropped off a small cleavage. Although it’s nothing to write home about, it means hormones and I are absolutely friends again. Now that I can see movement I’ll need to keep reminding myself…Rome wasn’t built in a day.