A pregnancy from hell
Ever since I was a little girl, I’d always dreamed of becoming a mother one day. I imagined showing off my blossoming bump, my baby nestled in my arms, watching them grow up into a miniature version of me. But as I grew older myself, I understood the importance of succeeding in my career. So, in my 20s, my plan for a family took a back seat while I made a name for myself as a marketing consultant, building a stable life that I hoped to one day welcome a child into.
It was only when I was 30 that those youthful visions of being a mother came flooding back to me. I’d been married to Will, then
