TRUE-LIFE
There were rows of adorable, tiny pastel-coloured sleepsuits, stacks of impossibly small frilly socks…
It was December 2010 and, six months pregnant with my first, shopping for baby bits was like being a kid in a candy store.
‘Look!’ I gushed to my friend Kassandra.
She seemed distracted, her eyes locked on my belly.
‘I can't wait to have a bump like yours,’ she said, prodding her own flat tum.
‘You'll be waddling along like me any day,’ I laughed.
The atmosphere shifted. This was getting weird
Kassandra was expecting too but she was just three months gone.
Only 18, I didn't have many pregnant pals, so a friend had introduced me
