A couple of years ago I went to a beautiful, low key wedding where the bride was pregnant. They had a simple, lovely ceremony and a lunch and the whole thing was delightful. On the way home I reflected on the fact that, despite it having been a lovely wedding, I couldn’t ever imagine wanting to do the same thing. “I just can’t imagine getting married pregnant,” I told my then boyfriend. “It’s just not me.”

Guess who is, some years later, eating her words? In a couple of weeks I’m getting married, and I’ll be doing it with a big old bump under my laughably white dress.

I got pregnant a few days after I got engaged – very much by choice – on the basis that I was more worried about keeping the age gap between my children as small as possible than I was about being an unmarried mother. I’d already got divorced........

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