Running to the loo, I felt yet another wave of nausea surge through me. ‘Not again,’ I said. Joshua walked into the bathroom grinning.
‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ he laughed.
We looked at each other and knew straightaway, I was pregnant! We hadn’t planned it so soon after the wedding, but I knew that I wanted to have a family with Joshua.
I visited my doctor, made sure I’d be safe to carry a baby with all my burn scarring.
Watching my bump grow over the following few months, I felt so happy.
My lack of confidence about my appearance meant I never thought I’d meet somebody. Let alone have a baby. At the 16-week scan, we arranged for the nurse to tell my grandmother the sex of the baby.
Then, back at home, we threw a gender-reveal party.
Popping a pinata, a shower of blue confetti burst out.
We were having a boy!