As my boyfriend Greg went to rush out the door to his job as a labourer, I grabbed his arm. ‘ ‘Just one more minute,’ I begged, clutching the pregnancy test, desperate for the blue lines to appear.
‘I’m going to be late,’ Greg, then 31, said, kissing me and dashing out.
Why’s it taking so long?!
It was November 2015, and we’d started trying for a baby seven months earlier.
By now I was 38 - and as I stared at the blank test, I was starting to wonder if I’d left it too late.
I already had Tamar, 6, from a previous relationship, and Greg had a son, Ollie, 6, too.
It was great having two children, one of each and both the same age, but we really…