Mine was terrible....

We had spent the night arguing and out of nowhere I just said I was pregnant, to be totally honest though I wasn;t actually 100% sure I was pregnant. The fighting stopped but I took him to his Aunts place to stay the night and we didn't talk the whole day. That night after work I went home and did I test, then to the doctors for another test because the tests were coming up so faint. It was after the doctors that I went to see him and told him I couldn't do this ( meaning all the tests, waiting for the blood test and even worse I wasn't sure I could have the baby - I was at the end of a year long application for entry into the police force - this meant throwing away all the hard work and putting it off for another few years).

He came home and we went to the blood test together. I called the pathology place 3 times before the results were finally in and they were faxed across to my work..... I was so nervous I was sick. I was 4 weeks pregnant. We decided to talk about it when he got home but I left work staright away and called a close friend. Although I don't think there was ever a real doubt that I would keep the baby my friends words just reiterated that - after all I knew I wanted kids since I was 15. I called DP back and told him we would figure things out and we would be ok and that I thought we could do it. Apparently it was the best news of his life and when he got home he had already been out and bought something for the baby.

We are so much closer now and I couldn't imagine things being any other way!!!