For NP’s hen night we trotted around the Pentland Hills in an open horse-drawn carriage. It was only now that DT admitted how uncomfortable it had been for her to do so when six months pregnant.
This didn’t add up to me. DT was not expecting a baby two years ago, and I couldn’t remember the trip at all. Had we really done this? Why was there no photographic evidence?
Now, at the height of summer, some of us were planning to ‘return’ to the site of the hen party. In the warmer weather there was a possibility of taking to the water on this occasion.
However, I had more serious issues on my mind. My top priority was my soon-to-be ex-husband. He had decided to leave me on the grounds of my burgeoning size. Dare I hope that I could change his mind?