Fortunately, while being shocked at the news my BF took it really well and was just as happy as I was, not least because he thought it confirmed his 'Sperminator' status as I'd only been off the pill for a couple of weeks...either that or I must have the cosiest, most appealing, welcoming womb in Liverpool that the little fellas couldn't wait to swim on up and settle in!
However, now we both knew that the hard work started here...not the morning sickness, nor the antenatal appointments or mood swings, no the trickiest task I now faced was contriving reasons why I was not boozing in my usual piss head, can't say no to a drink fashion! My BF and I have the reputation of being the last ones to leave a party, the last ones to put a drink down and there was no way that people would believe that I was choosing not to have a drink for any other reason. Now please don't think that we're borderline alcoholics with a serious problem, we're not, just every now and again, every few months or so, we indulge and I was now flapping trying to think of ways to cover up my new found teetotal status, especially during the next 11 nights on holiday with my BF and his two kids!
At this moment in time my BF and I are still the only two people in the whole wide world who know about our special news and while I'm loving the fact that we share this wonderful, life changing secret I have a 'huge gob' as my loving BF puts it and find it hard to keep my cake hole shut so this is killing me!! Roll on week 12...oh god please let all go well and let us get safely to that point!!!! And so, this is the reason why I've started my blog, so that I can share our news and all the exciting small steps and developments, not least the fact that I now have a pair of boobs (yay!), with someone!