Hi Kaloki, welcome to the chaos!
And chaos it is, here today. DH insisted that I take a First Response test this morning, despite me pointing out that I was likely only 7 dpo, AF wasn't due until next week and it was waaay too early for anything to show up.
However, I got frog marched to the bathroom regardless and... BFP! This wasn't a case of waiting several minutes and squinting at a line either, there's a big fat second line there which is completely unmistakable, and it showed up in a matter of seconds.
DH then set off dancing around the house and giggling that he knew before I did, as I stared numbly at the test. He's still giggling like a school girl at the moment that he knew first. I get the feeling I'm never going to hear the end of this.
Having pinned him down, apparently he figured it out because I was having mood swings, eating more and getting really tired in the evenings for the last few days. The thing that really twigged him off though was the other evening when I was sat downstairs and suddenly found myself buried in the cats, apparently! He's never seen them do that before.
So... There you have it. I officially have no understanding of my own body, it seems. I'm tentatively optimistic, because the line appeared quicker and is stronger than anything I had last time around when I MC'd at 5 weeks.
However, I'm gonna stick around this topic for a bit with my head in the sand until 6 weeks or so, if that's ok? I'm still really nervous that AF will come on time next week and wash everything away again.