Pouring hot water over my two-minute noodles, I rubbed my hand protectively over my belly.
‘It’s just you and me, little one,’ I whispered to my growing bub.
After the breakdown of my relationship, I’d found myself 13 weeks pregnant and homeless.
With no stable home and no family to call on, I spent four and a half months couch surfing at friends’ houses before finding a bed at a local women’s shelter.
They helped me get back on my feet, and gave me a safe and warm place to sleep at
