PLEASE SAVE MY BABY!
Cradling my baby bump, I squeezed past punters in the pub as I looked for my mates.
Spotting them, I called out and gave them a wave.
‘Hi,’ I said when I got to the table, giving my friend Lucy* a big hug.
‘Congratulations! I’m so happy for you.’
It was June last year, and Lucy had just announced her pregnancy – so we’d all come to our local, the Gigmill Pub, to celebrate.
My partner Tom* and I sat down with the group.
‘I can’t wait for them to be friends,’ I smiled at Lucy, stroking my own bump as my baby kicked happily.
He’d always been such a little wriggler.
I was 33 weeks
