There was a split second of silence. Then the room exploded with whoops and cheers. It was April last year, and me and my husband Michael, 40, were telling our kids some news.
‘Mummy’s got a baby in her belly,’ I beamed.
Eight excited faces grinned back at me.
Yes, this was my ninth baby! I was already mum to Connor, 17, Kian, 15 , Evie, 14, Callum, 11, Tayla, 10, Louie, 8, Lottie, 5, and 11-month-old Bonnie.
Michael, a service engineer for a fire-alarm company, was dad to the younger five, and a fab stepdad to my older three from a previous relationship.
Our five-bedroomed house was chaotic but full of love and laughter.
When we went anywhere as a family, people would gasp - ‘How do you cope?’…
