Today marks one year since I first found out that I was pregnant. It feels both like yesterday and much longer ago.
Dunc and I had been trying for a year to get pregnant and upon moving into our new house on 1st August I stepped back from over thinking it. The not succeeding was really getting me down and at the end of August I had a long chat with my oldest friend who made me feel a lot better. Then what do you know, the moment I stopped stressing, it happened. I realised it had been seven weeks since my last period and so after work on Thursday I bought some tests.
I did the test before work on the Friday morning as a nurse had told me that the first wee of the day was the best to test. Dunc was already at work and my instinct was to text him, asking him to call me. Then I decided I wanted to tell him in person. He found out a few hours later and after all the negative tests, I don’t think he believed me at first.
It was such a wierd feeling. I wanted to shout it from the roof tops and wanted everyone to know. I felt different, I felt like everyone would be able to sense a change in me. The weeks before we would be able to tell anyone (bar immediate family) felt so far away.
The happiness I felt was indescribable and sometimes I look at Wilf now, still unable to believe how lucky we are.
Below are my bump pics. The first nine are weeks 14 to 24, the next nine are weeks 25 to 35 and the last four are from the last few weeks.