Wait and see

Sipping on my cup of tea, another intense, sharp pain shot through my stomach.

‘Ahh,’ I squirmed, trying to get comfortable.

‘Is everything OK?’ my friend asked.

At nearly 31-weeks pregnant, my unborn son was putting me through my paces.

‘If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was having contractions,’ I laughed.

As a first-time mum, I didn’t know what these pains were, but as the afternoon went on, they continued to progress.

Each more painful than the last, my partner Ben, 36, and I made the decision to go to the hospital that evening.

‘Let’s just get it checked out,’ Ben soothed.

Only, when we arrived, my throwaway comment about having contractions turned out to be true.

‘You’re in the early stages of labour,’ the doctor told me.

I couldn’t understand what was happening.

I’d had the perfect pregnancy.

Why was my