JUST WHEN I’D GIVEN UP HOPE

Coming out of the bathroom, I shook my head sadly and my husband – also called Kelly – pulled me in for a hug.

‘It’ll happen next month,’ he said.

We’d got married in August 1986, after meeting at college. And at first, we spent many an evening chatting over dinner, imagining what our future family would be like. ‘I want five kids,’ I smiled.

With five siblings of my own, that seemed perfect to me. ‘Whoa,’ Kelly would laugh. ‘Three would be more than enough for me.’

‘ALL I WANTED WAS A CHILD TO LOVE’

HOPES FADE AWAY

But now,