Coming back home from a dog walk, I collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.
That’s me done for the day, I thought.
I was six months pregnant and if I was honest, sometimes didn’t see how I was going to get to the end of it.
I was absolutely exhausted.
You see, as well as all the usual pregnancy symptoms, I was dealing with a condition called neurofibromatosis, or NF – something I’d been diagnosed with at age 10.
It’s a rare genetic disorder that causes benign tumours to grow in the nervous system, leaving me in constant pain.
Only, I was determined not to let it stop me and in June 2020, I started trying for a baby with my partner Jack, 25.
He had given me a new-found confidence, and while the condition caused my ankle to swell up, Jack thought I was beautiful no matter what.
‘I’m pregnant,’ I told him just a month after we started trying, handing him the positive stick.
‘Don’t be
