**We cut the cake. Pink filling! I shout, "I knew it!" I hug my boyfriend and hope he's not too disappointed. I cry happy tears.** I day-dreamed about the moment we would cut the cake all the time. I was anxious - excited and scared. I don’t really know what I was scared about, it was probably just the hormones.

A couple of days later and I was lying in bed with my husband, I had cried myself out. He had been there to wipe all my tears away. I felt so guilty when he broke down that night. I hadn’t even considered how this had affected him.

I live in the UK and mental health isn’t spoken about enough over here in my opinion. There seems to be a certain stigma around it and a feeling of embarrassment if you have any form of mental illness.

Life changes from the moment you find out that there is a tiny life growing inside you. For many expectant moms or moms with kids already, it is a joyous experience with a build-up of excitement but for other moms…it’s a scary experience.

Strangers strike up conversations with you in the street, your work colleagues regularly touch your bump, and everyone wants to share their very own birthing stories with you. It seems that everyone has a little piece of advice for when baby arrives but what they don’t tell you is about ‘the fear’…

Although I happily call myself a boy mom these days, this wasn’t always the case. Let me start off with a disclaimer that I feel the need to say. I love all three of my boys to death. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for them and given the opportunity I wouldn’t trade anyone of them for a girl.