Ordinary day at work. On a hunch buy a test. Normally I don't bother, but it just wouldn't rest.
The short version: I peed on the stick, washed my hands… washed my hands again to pass some time... nothing, bummed, but okay, got other things on the go. Phone rings in the office, stuff it – toss in the handbag, dart for the phone.
Start thinking about sipping ****tails on our beautiful beach view holiday apartment… reach back into my bag to get the banking deposit slip and what the heck, there’s a pink line. This is all within five minutes so it’s not like an hour went by… it’s a flipping positive pink line.
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Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaa. Thanks universe, months of torture later, I'm off to uni in 3 weeks! I'm not ungrateful but you're not so kind with your timing
things start making sense, the few days of constant indigestion, dizziness, eww that yucko taste in my mouth that required gallant amounts of fluids to try and flush away with little success. What’s that, no appetite… ohhhh *rolls eyes* I get it now.
Waited until it was past midnight to tell my DH so it was techincally not still his birthday.
We are thrilled to announce that we are expecting our second beautiful bundle of amazing in October '11.
Thanks to everyone who helped me freak out yesterday xX
& keep this off Facebook or I will send someone after you.
I had no intention of telling ANYONE yet but I value BB support way too much!
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