Today I thought I would tell you the stories of how we discovered that we were expecting R & Little L.
As you may have read in my previous posts, we had a little help to get pregnant with R.
After unsuccessful attempts, I wasn't even sure I wanted to take a test, after missing my period that month.
John told me it was too soon the night I finally plucked up the courage to take the test. I did it anyway...
When I saw that little cross, it took my breath away. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I was frozen in space for a moment of time. Then it was like the cogs in my brain started moving again.
I raced downstairs to my totally unsuspecting husband (he didn't know I was taking it!) and almost screamed at him, "I'm pregnant!" I don't really know what happened next, it's all kind of a blur.
I do remember him making me take some more tests just to be sure. I also remember him being so calm, while I felt like my whole body was about to float into space.
I was quickly brought back down to earth with a bump - when the panic started to set in; and things on occasion went wrong (like me bleeding every four weeks) - but in that moment, that night we found out, I was on cloud nine.
John was at work the day I took a pregnancy test and found out we were expecting Little L.
After losing our third baby in December, I had tonnes of tests and checks done. The result of these was to be told I was unlikely to ever conceive because I was basically medically infertile and I was not eligible for NHS fertility treatment as it was my second baby we were trying for and I had a BMI over 30.
Two weeks after - while we had been looking into other options such as adoption - I missed my period. Having been regular as clockwork since their return after R's birth I was sure something was wrong.
I called the doctor to ask for advice - ademant I couldn't be pregnant as I'd only just been told I wouldn't be able to fall pregnant. Of course, before giving me an appointment they insisted I must take a pregnancy test.
Reluctantly I popped up to the local pharmacy with R and grabbed a cheap basic test, slightly peeved that I was wasting money.
Turn out it wasn't a waste, and we were pregnant with our miracle baby.
Needless to say I was a little shocked. I was told it wasn't possible. Apparently God had other plans for us!
I very rarely call John at work, and if I do, there is usually an emergency of some sort. This time, I decided that a text wouldn't cut it for the news I had to share.
I wish I could have recorded his voice as I listened to his reaction to finding out he was going to be a daddy again. The shock. The disbelief. The, "are you sure". The, "now I have to go back to work and pretend everything is normal". The fact I could hear him wanting to do his own little happy dance.
I don't think we have ever hugged as tightly as we did that night.
The word, 'miracle' popped up a few times in conversation when we let the various parties involved know. They were just as shocked as we were.
All in all, it has been a bit of a journey for us. However, discovering we were pregnant has so many amazing feelings attached to those memories, that it was worth sharing with you, just to remember them again!
How did you find out you were expecting?
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