29th February 2016

Excuse the language but... 'Holy Crap! What have I done?' was my reaction to seeing the second pink line appear on the pregnancy test I'd done at the end of a day at work.

It shouldn't have been a surprise - we'd started 'trying' at the beginning of the year but life had been stressful in the first few months of the year, in large due to the expected death of my Granny earlier in the month. Somehow though I felt very ill-prepared for the forthcoming 9 month journey and beyond.

My immediate reaction was to ring James. I felt it only fair that he be the first to know given that it's his baby too. His response... 'How likely is it that the test is wrong?'. After assuring him that the accuracy is about 99% we completed our working days in shell-shock before meeting at home later in the evening.

 I was desperate to tell my mum so we agreed that the future grandparents would be informed the following day. And thus our journey began...