Feeling another wave of sickness come over me, I dashed to the toilet for what seemed like the 100th time.
‘We are going to have to start telling everyone soon,’ I admitted to my husband Chase, now 32, in autumn 2021. ‘I can’t hide it anymore.’
So asking all of our family to come over to our home in West Constance, USA, before they could guess that something was up, me and Chase handed them a picture.
‘Oh my gosh!
Congratulations,’ everyone cheered. ‘You’re pregnant!’
Struggling to conceive for four years in total, with no real reason why, both Chase and I were delighted when we found out that we were finally expecting.
In fact, I took seven tests to confirm the news, after experiencing the worst sickness at what would have been roughly four weeks pregnant.
It wasn’t just morning sickness – it was something that I liked to call
