Shimmying around my study, I felt a bit breathless as I sang along to the tune on the radio.
‘This ain’t a love song this is goodbye…’ I warbled, boogying to Scouting for Girls.
But 28 March 2021 was my due date, and ready to pop, my moves weren’t what they used to be!
Then all of a sudden, a pain shot through my belly.
Oh my God, I thought. This is it, I’m in labour!
Still feeling fine, I decided to stay at home for as long as I could – still battling through the Covid pandemic, it was unlikely my husband George would be allowed to come to the hospital, so I wanted to put if off until the last minute.
But that evening, with my contractions getting more frequent, we headed to the Portland Hospital.
‘You’re a couple of centimetres dilated, so it’s started but it’ll be a while,’ the midwife told us. ‘Head home and come back
