
In my pregnancy book, Nine Months of Your Life, it says you should include your partner in all aspects of your pregnancy, otherwise he can feel hurt and alienated.

He squeezes my hand supportively, and I squeeze back. "My wife had a slight accident in the early stages of pregnancy," Luke explains from his seat beside the bed. Miss Unawatuna Orchid Bamboo-tree Brandon. We've been married for just over a year and this is a one hundred percent genuine honeymoon baby! We traveled loads on our honeymoon, but I've pretty much worked out that we conceived it when we were staying in this gorgeous resort in Sri Lanka, called Unawatuna, all orchids and bamboo trees and beautiful views. In nineteen weeks' time I, Becky Brandon, née Bloomwood. In fact, I still haven't quite got over the fact that I'm pregnant. Any minute now, Luke and I will see our baby on the screen for the first time since it was just a teeny blob. I'm lying on a bed at the Chelsea and Westminster hospital, tense with anticipation. "Absolutely!" I say without moving a muscle.

"I need to apply some jelly to your abdomen before we start the scan." Brandon?" The sonographer has a pleasant, professional air as she looks down at me.
