Tickling my nephew, Rhys, I smiled as I watched him roar with laughter.
‘How’s my boy?’ I cooed.
I was visiting my older sister, Sara, for a catch-up, and seeing Rhys, then six months old, was always the highlight of my visit.
Although Sara, 33, lived an hour away from my home in Pennsylvania, USA, and I often worked 12-hour shifts in my job as a nurse, we’d see each other whenever we could.
Sara and I were two of four siblings and we were all close.
Our other sister, Nikki, 42, and brother, Gerard, 41, had three daughters between them, meaning Rhys was the only little boy in our family.
And, as I sat playing with him, I couldn’t help but feel broody.
‘Let’s have a baby,’ I said…
