Beginnings

It all starts with a little pink line. Even now, a few days later I can't get over how unsurprised I was. It was like that little pink line was just the final tick in a check list, one that I'd been mentally ticking down for the last week:

Hunger
Tiredness
Feeling queasy
Never-ending butterflies
Boobs that felt bruised
A late period...

At first you try and explain away your symptoms. Boobs are sore: "Maybe I'm just due" period is late: "maybe I got my dates wrong"...

At first I'd put the tiredness down to the fact I'd had late nights. I'm far from a party animal, in fact I'm more at home tucking up in my pajamas, however last week was different... We were up for an award with work, so I pulled on my glad rags and headed up to The Big Smoke. We won, much partying ensued (there was a free bar), and then, just two days later a leaving-do at work meant I had another post-midnight finish.
I'm still smarting with guilt when I think about the wine I enjoyed. I didn't know at the time...

To be honest, the whole thing is really bizarre, I remember being told what being pregnant might be like when I was at school, but actually feeling your body changing to accommodate something that is currently the size of a sesame seed is something that no amount of reading or being told can explain.

The Hubby and I are really happy, but trying not to get too excited as it's early days. We've told my parents, and my in laws, and now the battle is keeping quiet - I've always been terrible at keeping my own secrets.
I guess that's why I'm blogging. It gives me a way to share my news with less of a worry should anything go wrong.

This is my first.