DH and I had tried for 4 years to fall pg, and another 13 months of IVF on top of that, and where on our 8th Assisted Conception cycle, following 7 unsuccessful cycles. I had tested with a HPT at 11 dpo and it was a very definite -ve, so I fully expected that my cycle hadn't worked yet again.

On the day of my blood test, I went straight from clinic to a work training day. It was a Saturday so DH was given the job of calling for the results at 2pm and then smsing me what we already knew, that it was another failed cycle.

When he didn't sms me at 2pm, I rolled my eyes and figured he forgot to call. Then when my phone rang at 2.15pm, I just got plain annoyed. I TOLD him not to call, just to sms, coz I would be in class. I picked up the phone anyway and immediately heard my 6ft 4in, stoic, pillar-of-strength husband sobbing down the line.

"You're pregnant" was the first thing he said, choking on his tears.

Needless to say I started bawling my eyes out too! Unfortunately it was in front of a class of 20 people! Lol!