Tugging the seatbelt over my shoulder, I strapped myself in.
‘Are you ready to go?’
I asked my daughter Eva, then three.
Setting off to our local supermarket, we grabbed our food for the week.
I had to ensure I was stocked up on plenty of beetroot.
My very weird, but strong, pregnancy craving.
‘Did you get your beetroot?’ my hubby Sean, now 36, laughed as we walked back through the door.
At least I finally had an excuse for him to help me carry the shopping bags in.
After nine happy years together, we wanted to be able to give Eva the chance of being a big sister.
And the waiting game was nearly over for us all.
I was heavily pregnant.
On 21 October 2020, the
