Hearing their in-your-face banger was a turning point for me – and I’ve never looked back At the end of 2011, party season was under way but I was in no mood for festivities. Two years into fertility treatment, my body was pumped full of synthetic hormones and felt like a pin cushion, while my head was filled with both the fragile hope of having a baby, and the exhaustion of failed clinical attempts to do so. I was in my late 20s. I met my husband when I was 22; we got married when I was 25. “I