Rebekah Pugh, 38, from Faringdon, Oxfordshire
Hauling boxes in from my jam-packed car, I nudged my front door open.
Laying the labelled boxes on the ground, I took a breather, rubbing my growing belly, before going again for round two.
Moving house in 2016 whilst heavily pregnant was a task.
Especially with my daughter Lizzie, then four, to look after, too.
However, I was excited for the family me and my husband Ian, 36, were creating.
Over the next few weeks, we spent a majority of our time unpacking boxes and organising our things.
Getting the nursery ready for our newest arrival.
Only, coming in and out of the house often, I noticed a neighbour’s door was left ajar.
‘Hello, I’m Rebekah your new neighbour,’ I shouted, peering my head…