Jennifer House, 33, Camborne
Running to the loo, I slammed the door and heaved.
It was September 2017 and I was in the full grip of morning sickness.
Emerging, I fell back on the sofa, exhausted, as my daughter Millie, 8, gave me a puzzled look.
‘What’s wrong, Mummy?’ she asked.
No better time to share the news…
‘There’s a baby growing inside me!’ I told her.
‘You’re going to be a big sister!’ Andrew, 29, who’s now my husband, chipped in.
‘I can’t wait!’ Millie squealed.
Andrew and I had been together for three years. I had Millie from a previous relationship, but we wanted our own baby, too.
In December, we headed to Royal Cornwall Hospital for our 12-week scan.
But the sonographer seemed hesitant.
‘Everything OK?’ Andrew…
