So for my first ever Flashback Friday I thought that I would write about one of the most important days of my life....the day I found out I was going to be a mummy.
Mr E and I got married in December 2009 and I was desperate to become a mummy and he a daddy so on our rather lavish honeymoon to Mexico and Miami (which we are still paying for!) we talked about starting a family asap.
Roll on four months later and we didn't realise it was going to happen quite so quickly...
I was away on my own in Bournemouth for a business trip. I knew that the dreaded Auntie Flo (sorry!) was due to be making an appearance on the Tuesday but I arrived in Bournemouth on the Sunday night and the whole way in the car I couldn't stop thinking about it. Was this going to be the month? Was there a little poppy seed growing in there already?
Me being me couldn't wait to test till Tuesday even though I had promised myself that I would this month. So as soon as I got to my hotel room I dug out one of my little white sticks. Even though they say to use first morning wee I thought I may as well give it a go and I wouldn't be disappointed if it was negative because firstly I was doing it in the evening, and secondly I was two days early testing.
I sat down in my rather swanky bathroom (one of the perks of working in the travel industry- they always give you the nicest room) and did my business.
I felt nervous waiting the two minutes and put it on the sink and told myself not to peek.
Obviously I didn't wait the two minutes, I got as far as about thirty seconds, and then I tentatively picked the test up to have a look.
This is what I saw.....
Yes this is the actual stick- maybe a bit strange to take photos of it but I think I was a little delirious at the time.
When I saw this, I actually felt like I was going to faint. I didn't think that it was going to be positive if I am honest, and so I was a bit shocked and I didn't really know what to do or how to react.
Here I was in a hotel room in the middle of Bournemouth, Mr E was miles away at home none the wiser and now I wasn't quite sure what to do.
So I did what everyone would do in my situation...
I danced around the room. Literally. I danced around and shrieked and actually jumped on the bed.
Then after a few minutes of doing this I did what every insane newly pregnant woman would do. I peed on another little white stick. Just to check.
Then I danced and shrieked and jumped on the bed some more because the two little lines appeared again.
After this I was faced with a dilemma. What to do now? There was no way I was going to tell Mr E over the phone as I wanted to see his face when I told him I was growing a little person in my tummy.
I hadn't thought of this. Now I was in Bournemouth with lots of business meetings planned until Thursday and it was only Sunday. That was a lot of sleeps till I was due home.
So I did what every insane newly pregnant woman would do. I went to the supermarket and bought more little white sticks.
And over the course of four days I peed on a lot of them. And lots of lines appeared. Some words too on the fancy digital ones. All showing the same clear message- that I was going to be a mummy.
And I took a lot more photos!
Those few days were probably the most exciting, happy and frustrating of my life as I couldn't wait to go home and tell Mr E.
Eventually Thursday came and I must have gone about 90mph down the M25 to get home. (I don't advocate speeding but this was an emergency!)
Finally I got home and Mr E was chilling on the sofa. I sat down and finally got to tell him the news- he was going to be a daddy. The look on his face was priceless and worth the four days of torture.
Unfortunately I don't have a photo of that!