Sitting in the doctor’s surgery, I was hoping to get antibiotics for an ear infection that had been giving me jip.
Only, it seemed they had something else they wanted to discuss.
‘I have to check, do you know you’re pregnant?’ the doctor asked.
‘Sorry what?’ I gasped.
That can’t be right…
I still had the coil.
In February last year, my partner Alec, 32, and I hadn’t been trying for a baby – we’d actually planned to start trying later that year, but I hadn’t had my coil removed yet.
It turned out that the coil had displaced and then fallen out without me even knowing.
I already had a daughter, Ellie, 13, from a previous relationship and Alec and I knew we wanted to grow the family.
I couldn’t believe it! And on the way home, I bought a load of pregnancy tests.
But the proof was in the pudding – I was most definitely pregnant.
