It’s here, as she doubles over her sink, the aftershocks of an emergency caesarian shooting through her body, she notices a missed call from her partner.

“I assumed he was just checking in…  but he was calling to break up with me.” Just like that, Lisa was a single, unemployed, mother of two under three.

If I knew what I knew now, when this photo was taken exactly three years ago, on the way to a wedding with a 17 week baby Ollie in my tummy, what would I have done? Would I have changed anything?

They’d search my face, expecting me to respond with “no, my husband is just paying for the taxi, he’ll be here in a second.” It became a fun game to watch their intrigued gaze linger a little longer than usual when I’d enthusiastically reply, “yes, it’s just us! We’ll sit right there at the window, thanks.”