illustration: joe cruz I’ve always been a planner. An organiser. A good girl who ticks the boxes. No tattoos, no smoking, no drugs, no teenage delinquency. Proper, regular, good. For the first three decades, things ticked along in this vein. Went to university, got married, had three kids, a successful career, recycled religiously, paid my bills and cleansed and moisturised diligently. And then… BOOM.
In the last three years I’ve added: divorce, nervous breakdown and a new relationship. Now, to cap this list of Huge Unexpecteds, I am nearly eight months pregnant. At the age of 43. Exactly 20 years since I had my first baby. So yes, a BIT of a change of life.
My partner and I had talked about having a child together since we first met.…
