Bobbys First BFP Anniversary

On the afternoon of Sunday 1st March 2009 we got a very much longed for and long awaited BFP. I knew from that moment that the 2nd little pink line would change my life forever but not quite in the way that it went on to do so. I’ve told this story so many times before so I will try to keep it brief, however, no matter how many times it’s told; it is still part of my Son's story. I was at my parents that weekend because my Brother had brought his OH down to meet us for the first time. Infact it was the first time he had brought any girlfriend home so it was quite a big deal. I had drank a bottle of JD the night before so feeling quite emotional just before going to bed, it triggered that I had not yet started my AF. Despite wanting to be pregnant, every time I had really thought about being pregnant, I had cried. Don’t get me wrong the whole idea of pregnancy was lovely but in reality it scared me. My Mum came in to say goodnight and caught me crying. After a few back and forth of 'Im fine', 'Are you sure, you don’t look fine', 'Yes Im fine really' I finally gave in and explained that my AF was late and after a couple of drunken cries of 'Im scared. What if Im rubbish?' she agreed to go out the following morning and buy me a test. I took one of the tests the next day just before we were about to sit down to dinner. Expecting it to be negative as it had been the previous 23 times, I saw the 1st pink line and instinctively threw it in the bin without waiting for the next line to appear. While packing my bags ready for the trip home in a couple of hours time, something in my head told me to double check the test. I ignored it for a little while longer but while no one was looking I went to the bin and got it out. There were 2 lines. I got the other test out of my bag and re-read the instructions. It was then I realised it really was positive. The only emotion I felt then was numbness and I remember my heart beating extremely quickly in my chest. Dinner was called and I made conversation while all the time weighing up should I tell them now and take the spotlight from my Brother or should I wait until I got home and call them. Could I even wait that long? As it turned out I managed to keep it in until I was grabbing the last of my stuff from the spare room and my Brother came in to grab some stuff too. He asked if I was ok and I told him but I made him promise not to tell our parents. We hugged, he said 'well done' and he drove me home. We were living with Steve's Mum at the time so when I got home I made conversation with the MIL and popped upstairs to our room and immediately asked Steve for a hug. While we were hugging I muffled that I was pregnant, too afraid to look up to see his reaction. His reaction was a little 'Oh'. We kept cuddling for a while longer, like we were too scared to face each other but eventually we did and we laughed and then immediately afterwards we went on to DTD for fun for the first time in over 2 yrs. It felt strange DTD, not wondering afterwards if it had worked its magic. It felt kind of free. The next morning before work I took the remaining test and yet again a 2nd little pink line came up. The rest as they say is history.