Watching as our youngest boy, Aaron, blew out the candle on his cake, I grinned.
‘Happy birthday,’ I cheered, along with my hubby, Jonathan, then 37, our eldest son, Luke, three, and our family and friends who’d come to celebrate Aaron’s first birthday.
The boys kept me on my toes, but having kids was the most joyful experience.
Still, we thought two was our perfect number. But later that day, as the festivities wound down, I realised that my period was late.
Waiting for our guests to leave, I raced to the bathroom to take a test. Almost immediately, two pink lines appeared.
I was pregnant, again! Sharing the news with Jonathan, he was delighted. I had my first scan at seven weeks, but Jonathan had to go to work.…
