I had plans.

I was going to do a card, a present, something with Daddy on, it would be so exciting...

Instead, I was 8w gone, did a blood test, called DH at work and it went along the lines of:

"Guess what."
"Go on."
"I'm pregnant."
"Thought so, your boobs had grown a bit."
"Really? Why didn't you say?"
"Dunno, didn't want to in case I was wrong."

Slightly anti-climactic.