Diary of a Walrus - Excuse me...what?!?!

Goodness Me!

So here I am again, pregnant! YES! PREGNANT!

AAAAAARGH!

I know that we’ve been trying (very hard!!) and that we decided on New Year’s Eve that we did want another baby to complete our family but after each month realising that it hadn’t happened and wasting God knows how much money on pregnancy tests ‘just to make sure!’ I still can’t believe it’s true!!!

I just can’t believe we’ve been so lucky again!

I’ve been daydreaming about being pregnant, what I’d do, how I’d feel etc. so much that I still feel like I’m only pregnant ‘hypothetically!’

I must have checked the test strip about 40 times! I went for the all-singing, all-dancing test this time! No ambiguous faint line for me (is it really there or can I just see it because I want to?!) This one wasn’t messing around….it simply said, PREGNANT.

I’m sorry but you just can’t question that!

Or could I? Even now I’m still trying to quash the urge to go out and buy another test even though I’m now nearly a week past my period date and having to eat a ginger biscuit before I get out of bed to stop the wave of nausea that smacks me every morning! (Well that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!)

The morning I found out I went to Yoga but didn’t have a particularly successful class – while everyone was either relaxing or concentrating on some increasingly impossible contortion all I was doing was chanting ‘I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant!.....’ in my head – ’Jehovah’ style from the ‘Life of Brian!’

I was determined this time to tell Clayton in a cool way! The first time I just blurted it out in the pub! The second time, Clayton was working away and I couldn’t wait for him to get home so I told him over the phone! This time. This third and final time I was going to do it right!

I bought a ‘Congratulations!’ helium balloon and packed it in a box with my test strip tied to the end of the string. When he opened the box the balloon floated up and…..SUPRISE!

Surprise, confusion, utter bewilderment (perhaps with a hint of terror!)…..goofy grin! Phew!

Now he’s calling me about 4 times a day singing ‘we’re having a baby, we’re having a baby!...’Hmm, hope that doesn’t last for the next nine months!

I’m going to try to wait a little longer this time round to tell everyone. That is, if I don’t self-implode with excitement before then! I’m a bit older now and I can’t believe our luck at falling pregnant again so easily. I don’t want to take any chances or count any chickens! (or eggs!!!!)