Giggling away with my husband Clark, then 20, as we gazed at the image on the screen, I felt a quiver of excitement.
A boy!
It was November 2019 and we were at my 20-week ultrasound scan.
Clark – my childhood sweetheart – and I had been married a year.
Keen to start a family, we’d tried for seven months before I’d fallen pregnant.
Now, we couldn’t wait. So distracted by the image of my growing baby, we barely noticed the sonographer leaving the room.
Or returning
