I’m going to let you in on the first of many secrets. I’m pregnant. But what differentiates me from the 600,000 or so women in the UK who are also expecting right now is that my two best friends are also pregnant, and all with due dates within seven weeks of each other.
Was it planned? No. But is it a miracle? Absolutely.
I’ve always liked a narrative that starts with the end. But given the obvious impracticalities (quite frankly, impossibility) of starting a pregnancy blog at the end, I’ve had to let that go. In stark contrast, I’m actually going to start right at the beginning. And I don’t mean peeing on a stick, or even, erm, earlier than that (we’ll have to see how close we get before I go there). I mean back in 1996, when I met the girl with the big curly hair and an even bigger personality in art class. Holly, the girl that would, very quickly and very permanently, become ‘my person’, my best friend.
It was three years later when, at the age of thirteen, I received the best delivery of my life to date. In the form of a Scouser with a Winnie the Pooh backpack and a smile which told me that I wanted to be her friend forever. Becky walked into my school, and life, in 1999, and sixteen years later remains one of my favourite people in the world.
So, you see, this blog isn’t really just a pregnancy blog. It’s about friendship, it’s about growing up whilst never growing up, and it’s about the things that make us laugh, and those that make us cry. I can promise that there will be plenty about our pregnancies, and eventually our babies, with an overly generous helping of honesty, but most of all, it’s about three ladies, finding our way with our new plus ones, and doing it together.
As an English Graduate currently utilising my skills as a magazine editor, I’ve always searched for a topic which would allow me to indulge my passion for writing outside of 9-5.
As luck – or fate – would have it, it turns out that getting pregnant at the very same time as your two best friends provides a pretty generous supply of inspiration and stories. Our timing is beyond miraculous, and the next nine months and beyond absolutely deserve documenting every step of the way. Thus, a blog is born.
I’m writing this blog as evidence that sometimes dreams really do come true. I’m writing it as a way of sharing our stories with other expecting mums, or dads, or anyone else that is interested. I’m writing it for our families, and so that one day our plus-ones (meaning our babies, not our partners!) can read, and laugh and enjoy. But mainly, I’m writing it for Fats (Holly) and Stel (Rebecca) – the two best friends any girl could ever ask for. There is no-one else in the world that I’d rather be on this magical mystery ride with.