Two Pink Lines. (Pregnancy Week 3.)

Today I found out I was pregnant.

Today is huge.

Today I took a picture of my semi flat stomach in preparation for comparison. (Hahahaha semi flat stomach! Oh I make myself laugh sometimes.) Today I took a picture of my wobbly, baby-free, saggy skinned belly, for comparison later on.

Today I ran around with my hands in the air in celebration, saying (quite quietly as not to wake Addy) WOO a lot and then I shoved 2 pieces of cake down my neck. (To welcome the baby OBVS.)

The Irish one doesn’t believe it. He thinks I’m climaxing too soon, celebrating before the event has been confirmed, putting all my eggs in an imaginary basket.

He wants a Clear Blue £90 test to spell the word PREGNANT out to him. Then he says he will believe.

This is annoying me.

A line isn’t a line unless it’s a clear line- he says, but I know different.

Millions of us women know different.

Today there is a second faint line and it changes everything. 

I’m pregnant motherf*cker!! Woo! (I was recently advised swearing shows a lack of intelligence. I’m ok with that.)

I have only experienced a second line on a test twice before, and both times have felt significantly different to how I feel right now.

The first time I will not speak about.

The second time I jumped for joy (because I felt like I should) and then realised I had ten long months without gin and cigs and to be honest I felt a bit bereft.

This time we argued at length as to whether there was a line or not (there is a line you muppet!!) and then I left for work with so much joy radiating through my body I could barely concentrate on the road.

It keeps coming over me in waves. I feel sick, and excited and like this time everything will be different.

It immediately feels different.

I am happy in my core.

I know what to expect.

This time is not about me at all, it is about the baby.

I cannot wait for the baby to arrive.

I even bought a Disney baby grow.

I am not going to put on as much weight, I am not going to spend too much money and I am hoping unlike last time, these moments of pregnancy will pass quickly so I can meet my gorgeous boy.

I wasn’t sure this morning but now I am.

It is a boy.

I have not thought about my mental health.

I am sure this time will be different.

It’ll be fine. (I hope.)

Woohoo!

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8 Comments on “Two Pink Lines. (Pregnancy Week 3.)

  1. Yay! I’ve been waiting for this since I read your post ‘The beginner’s guide to not concieving immediately’. Isn’t it funny how all that agonizing wait is quickly forgotten when you finally get there?

  2. Such amazing news, congrats to you all. I’m soooo happy for you. You are spot on”you know what to expect”. You really really do. Yes it’s still exhausting second time round but it’s definitely a lot less terrifying and you feel much more confident and relaxed. Some days you don’t because you know what’s coming :). I loved the pic of Addy, so so cute. He will make the best big brother! Hope you’re doing ok lovely lady and the sicky phase has passed x

  3. I’ve been keeping my fingers crossed that this email would arrive in my inbox. So, so happy for you! I shall Look forward to following your pregnancy journey xx

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