NIGHT TERROR

My period was late and I was starting to suspect I might be expecting. ‘Just do it,’ my friend, Missy said, pressing a pregnancy test into my hand and pushing me towards the bathroom.

‘Ok, ok,’ I sighed, reluctantly.

I locked the door and sat down on the toilet, peeing on the plastic stick and anxiously waiting for the result.

Within a minute, two blue lines appeared on the stick.

‘It’s positive,’ I said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

I was 20 years old, and I had been with my boyfriend, Jay, for three years, but we hadn’t planned on starting a family of our own.

It took me three days to pluck up the courage to