Darn and blast it. When I last night, I had every intention of sticking around for a natter but somehow got caught up in other stuff (mostly chatting to DD and then crying with her when she made James do his first proper laugh/giggle. Sheesh, soppy much?).
So, hurrah for Aunty RKD and her brand new shiny niece! Lovely weight, shame DB missed it but as we've all said before it's easy to get caught up in what the brth 'means' when infact it's just the very beginning of an incredible journey - there are plenty more 'times' he can share.
BFPs... Not to be too specific but I got mine on the 29th June last year, at 5.50am . I'd had my coil removed end of March and as we didn't see each other for five days over my fertile eriod in May, technically it was our second month of 'not trying, not preventing'. We deceded to remove the coil but figured we'd see what happened' rather than earnestly ttc and that seemed to look kinda stressful from what I'd seen with other people.
I was charting, because I wanted to be sure I was ovulating (was (ha ha) worried that I was old and also that the mirena and it's evil hormone might have swtched my ovaries off!). I ovulated 14th June...
On the 27th, I went out with my sister and she went to the bar and bought me a bottle of champagne. I took a sip and gagged. 'That's weird' I thought 'that doesn't usually happen...' I couldn't even force half a glass down. I was due my period the next day so I bought a first response early results and a digital clearblue with conception indicator on the sunday, intending to test on the monday morning (I already had a batch of internet cheapy things).
COuld sleep sunday night and eventually got up at 5.45 to do one of the internet cheapies (thinking I wouldn't waste the expensive good tests if nothing showed). They apparently had a cut off of 10. Five minutes later I was squinting over by the bedroom window at what appeared to be a very faint line. So I cracked open the FRER, and dipped that. Instant BFP, not even faint. Was thinking, omg, omg! Went into the kids room, woke them up and said 'I'm gonna take this prenancy test do you want to watch with me and wait for the result?' (obviously they knew we were not preventing and both really wanted a sib). It seemed to take forever before it flashed up 'pregnant 1-2' and they both did a little cheer and jumped around a bit.
Next I wondered how to break it to DP. He was already at work and we weren't living together anyway so I called and asked him to get over to mine as soon as he could. Wracked my brains all day and couldn't think of anything that wasn't too twee or too plain so played it by ear...
He arrived about 5pm. Sat down, picked up my laptop and started browsin autotrader. He was looking at porsches.
Me: Why you looking at those? You can't have one.
Him: Why? I know we can't afford it at the moment but...
Me: Yeah but you can't fit a childseat in it.
Him: What?!
Me: Well, you know we said we'd see what happens? It's happened.
Him: Sh!t!!
But within a second his utter surprise (hence the swearing!) morphed into happiness. He hugged and kissed me and we went out to ASK to get something to eat where we had our first 'wonder if it's a boy or a girl' convo, and I fretted about how it might not stick. Was quite a day, keeping it all in all day (apart from telling the kids who were sworn to secrecy) as I thought I should tell him first.
pixie I absolutlely cracked up at the thought of Ophelia being like Andy! I really liked the advert they did for the world cup