Hello and welcome to my blog, you who may have accidently stumbled apon it!
Let me get straight to the point and tell you what my "Bigger adventure" is; I am currently 6 weeks and 4 days pregnant! Wooooooohooo!
To say that we're quite excited and just a little bit nervous would be an understatement.
So I'm writing this online diary for myself and my, at the moment, Size-of-a-blueberry-baby so we can look back and see what all this wonderful excitement was about. So let me begin babbling.
IN THE BEGINNING.
My boyfriend and I had been trying for a baby for 10 months before anything 'stuck'. I rather stupidly thought that we would be pregnant within the first month, so it was a sharp learning curve to find out that it wasn't going to happen that easily. Over the next few months disappointment arrived on a regular basis with a building worry that something might be wrong, even though we'd both read on a number of websites that for my age (I'm 33) that it could take up to a year and a half, but even having those statistics doesn't stop your concerns going into overdrive. So, I did the first thing a modern gal could think of to help in our mission to get pregnant....I got myself a fertility app for my phone! As silly as that sounds, it was a big help in finding out when would be the best times to try, not terribly romantic I admit, but that app, along with some helpful advice from the NHS website proved to be a big help.
I'd had one false alarm shortly after coming back from a holiday to Tenerife. It turned out to just be the high altitudes having an effect whilst flying there and back and the fact that we traveled up the face of a very high volcano when site seeing on the island, quite a lot for a body to go through in 1 week and it threw my regular regularity out of whack. So after another disappointing month and another pregnancy test with just one lonely blue line, we decided that if nothing happened the next month then we'd go to see the GP. Half way though that month, I kind of knew something was up, although I wasnt sure if it was because i wanted it so much that I was trying to convince myself and my body that I was indeed pregnant. So, being incredibly impatient (i'd already waited a week to be able to take the test the day before my period was due,) I invested another £11.75 (how expensive are home tests!!) at Boots Pharmacy, and drank 4 pints of water one after the other, like I said, I was very impatient! In 10 minutes I was ready to take the test. However, being the impatient moron that I was, didn't think that with 4 pints of water in quick succession might dilute any accurate reading, so imagine my disappointment yet again at the sight of the blue negative, after pretty much convincing myself that I was surely pregnant this time. A few tears were shed, choice words were thrown in the general direction of the sky and cupboard doors were slammed in a major huff (my lovely fella was not yet home from work, luckily for him.) Then of course I came to my senses and thought id best follow the instructions on the box to get a true result and do the other test (thank goodness they come in packs of 2) in the morning.
At 4am I woke up busting for the loo, 4AM!! That will teach me to down 4 pints of water in one go. Not wanting to waste the opportunity I grabbed the test and ripped it out of its sterile cover pulled the blue cap off the end and staggered to the bathroom, bleary eyed and half asleep and peed on that little plastic stick for 5 seconds
1, one thousand
2, one thousand
3, one thousand
4, one thousand
5.....
....I put the little blue cap back on the end and waited for the lonely blue line to appear so I could go back to sleep. The only thing was, that when I looked down, that lonely little blue line had brought a friend along for company! A beautiful blue plus sign was staring back at me almost saying "Yes you're pregnant! Congratulations! There's nothing wrong with you, we always knew it would happen" Then in what I imagine to be a slightly mocking tone, it also said "By the way, its still only 4am and everyone you want to run around telling, is tucked up and sound asleep in bed! Gutted!"
So going back to bed, I snuggled down hoping that my inner excitement wouldn't prevent me from falling back to sleep.....I really can be clueless sometimes.
Three loooooong hours later my lovely fella was awake and I finally got to share the fabulously exciting news with him by asking him to close his eyes and hold out his hands as I placed the test in his palms.
He was rather chuffed to say the least!
