Prodding my husband Luke to wake him up, he simply groaned and turned over. He’d never been a morning person, but this news was sure to get him out of bed. ‘I’m pregnant,’ I told him, waving the stick. ‘You’re joking,’ he replied. It was April 2022 and after two years of trying, and two miscarriages, we’d relaxed our efforts to conceive. And now here we were, hoping for third time lucky.
Because of our previous losses, I was given an early viability scan at six weeks and the pregnancy seemed to be progressing