ONE OF A KIND
May 01, 2020
5 minutes
Sitting in the car, I took a deep breath before turning to my partner Kyle, 36, and sharing some big news.
‘I’m pregnant,’ I blurted out.
‘That’s amazing,’ he beamed.
In 2016, Kyle and I found out we were expecting our second daughter.
We already had our little girl, Paige, now seven, and we wanted her to have a sibling.
Despite being diagnosed with gestational diabetes and told to cut out the chocolate, everything was healthy.
But then, at 34-weeks, I woke up in the middle of the night to a familiar feeling.
Urgh, I’ve come on my period, I thought, before the realisation hit. I’m pregnant, I shouldn’t be having a period!
Switching on the light, I checked under the sheet, where I was met with
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