Never in my life had I felt any pressure to get married, until I got pregnant.

I can clearly recall how many times I repeated ‘oh my gosh’ to myself in the restroom before waving the pregnancy test I'd just urinated on in my lover’s face.

Breaking the news to my parents was the scariest part. My mum was okay-ish. I was 26 years old when I fell pregnant, so she really had no reason to throw a fit but my dad on the other hand was happy, while reminding me why my apprehension was valid. “What will occur between now and February?” he asked me. He was most certainly questioning about a wedding.

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby right? I’ve always loved the idea of following this traditional route, but life was taking a different trajectory. I don’t currently know when marriage is likely to happen, however I do know that I am not ready, which has been a problem for my family ever since my pregnancy announcement last year.

My pregnancy journey was definitely made more ‘exciting’ thanks to the people who made assumptions about my marital status. My first encounter was at work when a colleague said she didn’t realise I had been married all along, while staring at my bump.

I told her I was not married and she went on to ask if I was with somebody, at least. I was really annoyed by the questions she asked as I felt like she was judging me.