It had been about a month since we discovered I was pg and for a few weeks had been toying with the idea of getting married. Initially we had thought no as we didn't think we could scrape together the cash and because of the whole shotgun thing but that night we were sitting on the couch at my folks after everyone else had gone to bed and had a long chat about it. Around 2 am we eventually came to the conclusion it would be the perfect way to become a proper family...so why not do it sooner rather than later.

DH got down on one knee and proposed there and then with a ring he'd given me 3 years previously for our first Christmas together (I'd taken it off and put it on the coffee table as my fingers were a little swollen, he'd spotted it and thought why not!). I hugged him and said "of course!" He replaced it a few months later with a white gold and diamond one