I was being sick and things like that. Just because I’ve got two already I sort of knew right away. It was my own stupidity. I left it for a wee while, and I was going ahead with the pregnancy until it sort of sank in and I thought about it more. It was just thinking about the guy that I was with and my two kids that don’t live with me, but live with my mum. My kids are thirteen and fourteen and my guy now was twenty-seven. It would’ve been his first kid, but he was into his drink and everything like that. And he said that it was all going to stop. But he just didn’t seem interested in the whole pregnancy thing. It was like, if he had a drink in him, he was all: “aww, I’m gonna be a dad” and blah, blah, blah. But then when he never had a drink in him, you never got two words out of him. So, I was just thinking that it isn’t going to work. So I ended up – it was a last minute decision, like, half of me didn’t want to do it, and half of me did. One minute I was keeping it, even if I had to bring it up on my own, and the next minute I wasn’t, and I just could not make my mind up. It was really hard. And they were saying if I didn’t hurry up and make my mind up they would need to send me to London, or I’d need to have it.