Dumping the tea bag in the bin, I knew a cup of tea would be the best way to soften the blow of what I was about to say.
And with my partner Perry, 27, coming through the front door, at the start of 2021, it was perfect timing.
‘I’m pregnant,’ I admitted.
Spitting his mouthful of tea all over the kitchen, you could say it was a shock.
Especially as we already had a hectic brood of four children ruling the roost – Bridget, now nine, Mia, now six, Rhys, now five, and Jack, now two.
‘What are we going to do now?’ Perry laughed.
Only, as much as it was a huge shock and unexpected, it was what it was, and we were happy.
The kids couldn’t wait – Bridget was excited about being a big sister again.
And with this pregnancy the same to every one I had in the past, completely textbook, it meant that my nesting instincts kicked in.
Being a self confessed organised freak, I’d
