Watching as the midwife hovered the ultrascanner over my friend Billie’s stomach, I burst into tears.
‘There’s a little baby in there,’ I blubbed.
You see, Billie wasn’t just any old friend of mine, she was our surrogate.
Me and my fiancé Stephen, 34, had been trying for a baby for nearly 13 years and things were finally looking up.
I’d had my two eldest children, David, 27, and Amanda, 24, back when I was a young girl.
When I had Amanda at 20, they found cancerous cells on one of my fallopian tubes, so they had to remove it.
‘You may struggle to fall pregnant again,’ I was warned.
But with two healthy and happy babies, I didn’t think anything of it – that was, until I met Stephen…