Inspecting the packet of soft cheese, I shook my head and put it back on the supermarket shelf.
‘I can’t eat this one, either,’ I groaned.
‘Well, not until this little one arrives, anyway,’ my boyfriend Stephen Harrison, 31, smiled, eyeing my bump.
It was March 2016, and we were expecting our first baby - a little boy - in four months.
I’d stuck to the official guidelines, eating and drinking the right things. No soft cheese or pate.
I had a teetotal pregnancy until the very last minute... No alcohol, either. I hadn’t even touched cola.
‘Too much caffeine,’ I’d sniffed.
Months passed.
‘Not long now, baby,’ I smiled, packing my hospital bag on 14 July 2016, two days before my due date.
I was so round, I couldn’t…
