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TRUE-LIFE
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Nicole Goss, 31, Burgess Hill, West Sussex
Hearing the ice cream van's loud tune as it drove past my house, my tummy roared.
Grabbing my purse, I popped out for a Twister.
‘I'm not usually a fan of these,’ I shrugged to my friend, arriving back carrying a stash of them.
‘You must be pregnant,’ he said, laughing.
Could I be?
It was April 2012 and I'd recently come out of a relationship.
After my Twister, I rushed to buy a pregnancy test.
When it was positive, I was gobsmacked.
Aged only 19, I knew solo parenting would be tough.
But I was excited to meet the little person growing inside me.