I imagined there’d be a mix of Jamaicans and holidaying Brits on the plane. I was wrong! I think I counted about 3 other white faces in total on our Virgin Atlantic flight from Gatwick to Kingston.
“Hi, I’m 23 weeks pregnant, and I’m having my baby.. IN JAMAICA!” That has to be one of the bizzarest statements I’ve ever made. I have no idea why our pregnancy yoga teacher insists that each week we go round in a circle like Alcoholics Anonymous, and say how many weeks gone we are and where we are having our babies.