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Sitting on the sofa with my partner Paul, 43, one Saturday afternoon, I felt a little bit strange. We sat scrolling through the TV guide, enjoying the peace of a quiet weekend.

My stomach groaned and another wave of nausea rose through my gut.

I had been feeling sick for about five weeks now.

Could I be? the thought popped into my head.

‘I’m just going to go to the loo,’ I said to Paul, who nodded at me absentmindedly.

I headed upstairs and went straight to the bathroom cupboard and pulled out a pregnancy test.

Luckily, I kept a few spare.

I wasn’t entirely convinced I was pregnant, but decided to listen to my body.

15 minutes later I headed downstairs shocked, and shoved the two blue lines in Paul’s face.

Oh my gosh!’ Paul gasped. ‘Well OK…’

I felt nervous and shocked – I already had

Aouran, 12, from a previous relationship, and my stepdaughter