Sarah Hirst, 34, North Ferriby
As we walked around the Sainsbury’s frozen aisle, I admired all the delicious food on offer.
‘What do you fancy for dinner?’ my husband Steve, 36, asked.
‘For once I actually don’t have any cravings,’ I laughed, stroking my giant bump.
‘Give it time,’ Steve winked.
I was now two days overdue with our second child, and for me not to have any weird food cravings was a miracle.
Waddling alongside Steve as he pushed our son, Seb, now four, in the trolley, we went up and down the aisles, browsing for something to hit the spot.
‘Ooh, pie!’ I pointed excitedly.
‘I told you you’d want something sooner or later,’ Steve laughed.
He was right.
I knew right away that the rich buttery pastry…
