Pressing play, a montage of happy photos flooded the screen, as my family watched on in awe.
With moments of me and my husband Luke, now 34, flashing up from over the years, our wedding song playing over the top, there was an excitement building in my belly.
Can’t wait to meet you, the last photo read, showing a baby scan picture.
‘Are you pregnant?’ my mum Debbie, now 63, and my sister Hayley, now 37, mouthed, rushing to give me a hug.
After experiencing a miscarriage at 12-weeks, in mid 2020, both me and Luke were shocked that we had fallen pregnant so quickly.
And despite being a little anxious, as weeks turned into months, the rest of the pregnancy was smooth sailing–apart from a bad spout of morning sickness.
‘That’s because you’re having a boy!’ Mum would tease.
Buying the pram at 20-weeks, prepping our boy’s nursery and buying an enormous amount of baby clothes, all we
