MAKE ME A GIRL, MUMMY
Biting into pastel-coloured cake pops, our friends cheered as the vibrant blue sponge appeared inside. ‘A boy!’ I grinned to my husband Daniel, then 30. It was January 2014, and we were having a gender-reveal party for our second child, due that April. We already had a boy, Grant, then three, and I couldn’t wait for him to have a little brother. ‘I’ll have a house full of boys, I’m outnumbered!’ I laughed. But, secretly, I couldn’t wait.
As my bump grew, I daydreamed about the future, my two sons playing sports together, squabbling over whose turn it was on the computer. Grant would have a best friend for life with his brother. ‘Maybe they’ll be each other’s best man one day,’ I
