The first hurdle I needed to tackle was me.Getting out of your own way is unfortunately not something that lands purring in your lap as you get older and it was vitally important I believed my own hype before tackling the gargantuan task of parenthood under a watchful gaze of other humans – especially those who cook an opinion at speed about what a single lesbian mum can bring to their offspring.
Even in the pulsating depths of my hedonistic 20s, in which I lived la vida loca in various nightclubs and hosted elaborate parties, I knew deep in my queer bones that the chapter of motherhood was a book I was prepared to queue round the block for.