LIFE STORY ALERT
I married in October 2010 and at the time my husband (Tom) was nearing the end of his RAF training course, so we had been living apart for a year. Previous to that we had been lodging at his parents house for 18 months, so when we moved into our first ever house together (married quarter) we wanted to have a year just to ourselves which we did and loved, and it gave us a chance to start building up some savings.
We officially started trying on our honeymoon Aug 2011, naively thinking it would happen straight away, and couldn't wait to do a test. This went on for several months before doubt started to creep in. Is there something wrong with us? etc etc and we started to get a little stressed. Call us grossly optimistic!
In Feb this year Tom was deployed to Afghan for 3 months which obviously put a hold on babymaking (with him anyway - joke!), and during this time I also had my smear results come back showing signs of abnormal cells. Wasn't the best of times going in for treatment with him away and was scared s%tless when the Doc originally wanted to remove the affected part of my cervix - this would completely rid me of the cells but would also make me less fertile, possibly infertile. SO... I ended up having a less severe treatment and fingers crossed* that's me done.
Anyway, fast forward to us being moved to a different RAF base, my search for new jobs begins again and I'm lucky enough to secure one fairly quickly in a Nursery. We talked about trying again from this coming September to get me settled in my job, so off I went on a works hen do and a few football away days with Tom drinking lots of beer. We talked more realistically about the time scale it would take us to conceive, so weren't expecting an arrival for at least a year or two.
So imagine my surprise when yesterday (being 10 days late which is quite normal for me, especially since my treatment) I randomly did a test as was going out for a works meal and planned to have a drink... it was positive. I ran into the bedroom, flung the curtains back and woke Tom up to show him. He was absolutely baffled and in shock as there is literally only one time it could have happened. We were both still in doubt all day, so stocked up on 3 different types of tests for this morning. It felt like Christmas Eve last night we were so nervous and excited. I got nudged awake at 6am, being asked if I needed a wee. I did all tests and waited under the covers with Tom for 5 mins. All were positive, the digital one showing 3+ weeks since conception which apparently makes me around 5 weeks pregnant. I literally can't believe it!
It's my Birthday next Sat and we are spending it with both Tom's and my family. It's really unusual for us all to be together so couldn't work out better. It's early days to be telling people but there's no way I could do a sober Birthday weekend without suspicions being raised! Will stay with tradition and wait til 12 weeks before going public.
Sorry to waffle on so much but I have waited for this day for so long and just feel the desperate need to tell people!
I forgot to mention I literally don't feel any different, apart from being extremely bloated all month which again is quite normal for me leading up to my period. When did you all start feeling anything?
Thanks for listening xxxx