I am finally starting to feel like myself again, I thought, rubbing my 20-week baby bump.
Having suffered terrible morning sickness in the first few months, I’d struggled to get out of bed some mornings. But with five kids – Blake, 14, Mason, eight, Flynn, six, Pelia, four, and Jorja, nearly two – I had no time to sit still.
When my partner Mick, then 36, was working hard in our construction company, my mum Julie would help when I struggled to even make sandwiches.
But by the time I went for my 20-week
