Secret Squirrels

I am bored of not being able to tell everyone already! Obviously the Other Half knows (he was on the waggon from the first twinge of suspicion), and I had to tell my best friend, obvs.

I really want to tell my parents because I know they will positively pee their pants with excitement! They have been dropping subtle* hints about wanting grand kiddies since we got married nearly 5 years ago.

However, I know that the first 12 weeks are always a bit treacherous, so we will try to hold off until Mothers’ day on the 6th March. This will be about 10 weeks, but a pretty great day to drop the Grandmother/ Great Grandmother bomb, don’t you think?

* subtle as a sledgehammer to the face.


5 weeks??


Last night we went out for dinner with my Mum and Stepdad. I decided to take our first progression photo before we went out as it is the only time over the weekend when I would have makeup on! There isn’t much to see yet, but I am so looking forward to seeing how I change shape over the next few months.

I have guessed that I am five weeks at the moment, but until we have been to the doctor, it will be a rough estimate. I made an appointment to see a doctor yesterday, but the first appointment I could get was for the 10th Feb. That is painfully far away!! Until then we will just have to bumble on.

The Other Half said just now that he wished having a baby was quicker. ‘It should be like click and collect!’ he said. Hmmmm, I don’t know how my body would cope going from 0 to full baby in 2 working days. He is so excited about becoming a Daddy.

Oh, and I am sure my mum suspects something…

Pregnant 2-3


So I weed, I dipped, we waited and we had confirmed what we already knew… no matter how much we were both denying it. BIG FAT POSITIVE.

The test displays the estimated time since ovulation, so because pregnancy is calculated from the 1st day of your last lady business, we are actually about 5 weeks pregnant.

I think is time to start documenting this stuff, because chances are I will never look like this again (insert excited but mildly terrified emoticon here). We are going out for dinner with my Mum and Stepdad tonight, so we will take a photo before we leave. The 1st of many I hope!



Oh god, oh god, oh god…


I have felt a little weird for about a week and a half now, so I did my first test last Wednesday 20th Jan and got what I thought was a negative. ‘Phew… at least I can go out without worrying!’ I thought. However, two days later I still felt weird with huge boobs, so I did another test and I got the faintest of faint pink lines. Eeeeeeeeek!! When I checked back at my first test, I could see a really faint line there too.

Tests each of the following two mornings continued to show the faint pink line, perhaps getting slightly stronger, so I decided to wait another two days before trying again. By this point it was pretty obvious, but I just couldn’t believe it. As you can see in the image above, the line just kept getting darker every two days when I tested, so the Other Half and I decided that if it was really strong this morning, we would get a proper digital test. We are both such realists; we need to see it in writing from someone with authority before we fully believe it is true.

Bring on the Clear Blue test tomorrow morning…