Plus one?

I turned 27 in May 2009 and after not having had a party for a few years running decided to throw a marvellous french themed soiree at our flat. It was a clear and balmy night and everyone came dressed to the nines. French painters, Louis XVI and french maids abundant. I made wonderful canapes with pate's, cheeses, escargot, smoked salmon blinis and the champagne flowed!

The next week it occurred to me that I could not really remember when I had my last period. I hadn't been on the pill since we got married in April 2006 and my periods are usually pretty regular so I though that I should probably get a pregnancy test. It clearly wasn't top of mind because I only bought a couple of tests from Boots a week after that. The first one I did at work after lunch. It came up positive. Probably broken, I thought.

The second I took at home that evening. Positive again. Is this for real, I thought. I took my two positive tests to the lounge where my husband was watching Home and Away and said... guess what? I showed him to two tests and he nearly died of excitement. I told him don't tell anyone until we are sure... I am going to try and make an appointment with the doctor tomorrow.

I phoned up my surgery the following morning (it was a Friday) and the doctor couldn't see me until the following week so I phoned up an ultrasound clinic to check the availability of an early pregnancy scan. They had a cancellation for that day so I quickly made my way into central London. A hundred and something pounds later it was confirmed... I was four weeks and a few days pregnant. The pea sized white spot on the scan picture the proof that there will not longer just be the two of us.