With ds: I was going through the post just before going to bed around midnight, mostly chucking it straight in the recycling. There's a boring-looking letter. It says "Dear NC, Your recent blood tests show you are pregnant. Please see one of the GPs ASAP." and if you POAS now it should be positive.
So I shakingly go upstairs gibbering "MrNC? Er... MrNC...? MrNC??" - we'd given up after 7 years, clomid failure, etc. I give him the letter, which takes him a lifetime to read.
Eventually he goes "Do you think they're right? Actually, do you have a stick to pee on?"
Somehow I find stick, stop trembling enough to pee on it, get almost instant fat purple line, and start gibbering again. And then present him with the stick.
He's about to ask what the lines mean but it's obvious from my face.
By the next day I was convinced it was just a tumour, especially when GP said I must be 14-16 weeks but he was 'a big old poof so what do I know?'
Had a scan a few days later, phoned MrNC and all I could say was "It's not a tumour!" before spending most of the next week giggling like a loon.
This time wasn't nearly as dramatic - I just spent a few weeks going 'I feel crap. I might be pregnant. No period. But I'm almost certainly not pregnant. Again. Woe is me' - for about the 4th time. Eventually MrNC frogmarched me to the bathroom to 'pee on a bloody stick already'.
And again I came out just gibbering his name with a huge smile.
I've had two scans and still don't really believe it. After the 20-week one it might sink in!