Well, our little boy was due yesterday, September 19th, so I'm 'overdue' as of today (I know I'm not 'officially' classed as overdue until 42 weeks!), but our little boy is showing no signs of making an appearance just yet - I reckon he's far too comfortable in there! I came up with the idea of sitting down and telling you our 'finding out' story. It brings back memories and is a time we'll never forget...
Before pregnancy, my periods were somewhat regular; averaging between 28 and 30 days. Some months, I would be a day or two early/late, but for the most part, I could tell my period was coming, and it would be on time. The most I had ever been 'late' was three days. In January 2016, my period didn't come. After two days of being late and no sign of my period, I began to question it, but put it down to things settling down having just moved house the previous month, and things going wrong in the house we had moved into. I noticed my boobs were sore... like, extremely sore. On fire. That's the only way I can describe it. I wanted to cry with the pain. I couldn't sleep, and even cloth touching them was agony. I normally get sore boobs when my period is due, but this was something else. I think we both knew something was up, but didn't want to get our hopes up as I was still technically 'early', and could come on at any time. We had talked about having kids already, but didn't expect it to happen so soon.
On day three of being late, the sore boobs got worse and I literally wanted to chop them off. Day four came and went with no sign. We started to get our hopes up, but didn't want to get excited until we knew for sure. On day five, Tuesday, January 19th 2016, we took a trip to town and picked up a box of three cheap strip tests from a discount store, instead of splashing out on a Clearblue test right away. The nerves were killing me and I was worried I wouldn't be able to pee when I needed to! We went home and I was dying to do it, but reluctant in case it was negative. It was just after 1.30pm when I went into the bathroom and peed into the teeny cup that came with the test strips. I called my boyfriend in before we dipped the strip. He came in and stood beside me and I dipped it. We were a bag of nerves, the pair of us! The control line came up instantly. I backed away a little, thinking it was negative. Then the test line came up. All I could say was 'babe, oh my god', then walked over to the bathroom door. I had to turn away because I was so shocked. My boyfriend said 'what does it mean?'. He knew but we were both in shock. I think he picked up the box or leaflet to see, but before he could figure it out, I turned back to him and double checked the test. I knew what it meant myself, but we both looked at the box and I said 'we're having a baby.' He looked at me and smiled, then pulled me into his arms and hugged me. All we could say was 'oh my god'. We were so happy. I didn't cry. I wanted to but I was too shocked and happy.
My boyfriend put his hand on my tummy and rubbed it and said 'that's our little baby in there'. I hugged him again, and went back to the strip to 'make sure' it was positive. (I'm not sure how many times I did that - I even dipped another strip a while later, again just to 'make sure'). My boyfriend went out and stared up at the sky and clouds, letting the news sink in. I called my mum and told her. My tummy was full of butterflies. We were both on cloud nine, so we told a couple of people. It was a surreal time, and still is to think about it now! We worked out from my last period that I was 4 weeks and 5 days when we found out. What made the day even more special, was that it was the anniversary of my boyfriend's brother, who had passed away 21 years ago. It was bittersweet to have such positive news on a sad day. The rest of the night was spent smiling, hugging and discussing names! Then a late night trip to Tesco for some Clearblue Digital tests. Of course, it was confirmed on that, but I must admit, it was nerve-wracking waiting for the word 'pregnant' to come up on the screen. But it did, followed by '2-3 weeks'. The other digital test was kept for the Friday morning, so it showed up as '3+'. It was so surreal, and a time neither of us will ever forget.
That was how we found out we were expecting our beautiful bundle of joy... and now we're waiting to meet him any day now! I think the sore boobs will be a dead giveaway next time! Exciting times ahead to say the least :)
