Had been ttc on and off for about 5 years, kept having other medical problems needing sorting, in particular no periods, but Provera+clomid had managed to produce a couple periods - still hadn't managed to tell if I was ovulating or not. Basically given up on the whole thing as didn't want IVF and would be able to be closely involved with SIL2's baby.
December - kept getting useless consultant's answerphone when trying to arrange appt to discuss more Clomid etc. Did test on New Year's Eve so I could either celebrate or drown my sorrows. Neg - but only had a couple drinks anyway. Quote that will come back to haunt me, pointing at SIL2: "You've got to give birth in 2008, and I don't, ner-ner!"
Jan - losing weight I'd put on in the autumn, and stopped throwing up lots (a problem for the last 3 years).
late Feb - thought I'd got some bug and was shattered, slept loads, and then got a cold which wiped me out so much I had to take 6 days off work. On the 6th day I thought I'd better see my GP and get a sicknote.
GP decided to repeat all the routine blood tests they'd done on me every few months, but I didn't think anything of it as they always came back normal.
The next week, about to go to bed when I saw a boring-looking letter in the hall, and decided to open it so it could go straight to the recycling bin.
"Dear Dr NotCitrus,
Your recent blood tests show you are definitely pregnant. Please see one of us ASAP. A urine test should now also be positive. Best wishes, Your GP."
I bounced up the stairs screaming for MrNC, and gave him the letter. Dazed, he asked "Do you have a test thing?"
Two minutes later, a huge purple line appeared even before the control line and I screamed and giggled even more. We both gibbered through the night.
But not as much as when I saw my GP 2 days later and he said "I think you're 14-16 weeks"!!! I was still convinced it was going to be some kind of cyst until I had a scan a few days later and saw a head, heartbeat, limbs and all! And yes, over 14 weeks.
Looking back, I'd had some dry skin, wussed out of a sauna, and had a bit of a metallic taste in my mouth, but no other symptoms - unlike now...
The really embarrassing thing is I have a doctorate that was mainly in embryology!