Dragging myself out of bed to make breakfast for my kids Cooper, six, and Zoe, four, I felt a wave of nausea. Over the last few days, I'd felt rotten. As a mum of two with a full-time job in medical research, life was hectic, but I still managed to stay active. I was used to running around after Cooper and Zoe, taking them to football, netball and athletics, and going for family walks and bike rides. But now, I felt exhausted and couldn't keep food down. I made an appointment with my GP, who booked me in for some blood tests. “Could you be pregnant?” the doctor asked. “No way!” I chuckled. This was the same doctor who'd referred my husband Simon, 33, for a vasectomy three years before.…
