My mother has often said she never felt more special than when she was pregnant with me. I was her longed-for first child – my brother arrived two years later – and she had me at the same age I am now, 36.
She and my father had waited a long time to find each other and had been planning a wedding. But I came first so they made do with a Cornish register office – me growing inside her, them both over the moon. Sadly, when I recently broke the news to them that I was pregnant, I was feeling
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