It was in the winter of 1998 when I discovered that I was pregnant. I hadn’t been using contraception as there wasn’t much of a physical relationship with my now ex-husband. We had sex once or twice a year, so I honestly assumed there was zero chance of me falling pregnant , particularly as I was approaching 40.
Even so, when I started feeling sick I’d had an inkling. I was already a mum of three and even though I’d had my last child 14 years earlier, I still recognised the signs. To put my mind at rest, I did a test on my own in the family bathroom.