Walking into the living room, I had some exciting news to break.
My fiancé Matthew, 31, had sat down our daughters Ella, 10, and Olivia, seven, ready to hear it.
‘Are you ready?’ I said, handing them a wooden box.
Beaming, they took it from me.
Opening it, they found a plastic egg inside and cracked it open to reveal a special message.
A little birdy told me that a baby is on the way, it read.
‘Mummy’s having a baby!’ Ella shrieked.
But it didn’t click with Olivia until we handed her the pregnancy test.
‘You’re going to be a big sister,’ I said.
Grinning, Olivia was elated.
‘I’m not going to be the youngest anymore!’ she said.
Me and Matt couldn’t have imagined a better reaction.
At our 16-week private gender scan, we found out that we were expecting a baby girl.
The girls came to my scans, too.
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