I found out on the 14 June - exactly two weeks before my 30th birthday, which I had planned to completely wipe myself out on. I had been waking up feeling different and was sure I was pg. Sure enough (I had a test in the cupboard) I was. I sat on the toilet just staring at the little tester kind of overwhelmed at how my life was going to change.

My husband was still sleeping waiting for his alarm and I went in, woke him up and told him. He said, "That's nice dear." and rolled over and fell asleep again. Funny bloke!!! He was happy but nothing was going to steal those last five minutes of sleep you get before the alarm goes off - not even the announcement that he's about to become a daddy.