Rushing straight to the bathroom, I had an urge to be sick.
‘I’m really nauseous,’ I said, calling my mum Kari, now 51, at the start of 2021.
‘Are you sure you’re not pregnant?’ she asked.
With my partner Chris, now 29, and our daughter Ariah, then eight, sound asleep, it was the perfect chance to find out.
Not opposed to having another child, Chris and I weren’t necessarily trying, but I did have a stash of pregnancy tests in our Tennessee home.
And with not one, but two positive tests staring back at me, I couldn’t quite believe it.
Creeping back into bed, I knew what I would say next was going to startle Chris.
‘Heyyy,’ I whispered. ‘We are having a baby!’
Still half asleep, it wasn’t until a few moments later that my words had kicked in.
We were both overjoyed and totally excited.
And our family and friends felt the same way, too.
Especially Ariah
