I’m thrilled that I’m pregnant with my second baby.
I gave birth to my son, Charlie, over two years ago while living in London. I was one of lucky ones, I crossed into the unknown territory of motherhood with a new-mum army by my side.
We met in the middle of summer in a stuffy meeting room with no air-conditioning.
I had no idea the pregnant strangers sitting next to me during dull Wednesday night ante-natal classes would become like family.
It didn't happen right away but eventually our small-talk over biscuits turned into a life-line for me.
The first time we met up after we all had given birth to our babies some of us could barely walk.
My newest friend confessed her two-week-old dummy guilt and the newest people in my life became my closest confidants. These new mums were kind enough to laugh and listen to my worries and share their own.