Can’t quite believe it yet

It’s Sunday evening and I’m sat on my sofa trying not to think about the FRER in my shirt pocket. I had an overwhelming urge to take a test at 4pm and it came out positive. Well, it’s a faint line but it’s definitely pink and it’s there. Im trying not to think about it too much because I had an early miscarriage in December and I’m terrified it will happen again. Inside I am excited, and I had a little happy cry with my boyfriend earlier. Now I’m sat here trying not to get my hopes up. I’m only 11 dpo. On Wednesday I came down with a really bad cold and I haven’t taken any cold relief medicine in case I was pregnant. I tested on Friday and it was negative. I wanted to knock back some Night Nurse like it was a tequila shot just so I could get one decent night sleep, but I still refrained just in case. Its strange. Last time I got pregnant I had the oddest pinching behind my pubic bone a few days before I got a positive, which I had never felt before, and was so sure that if I got pregnant again I’d feel it and know. This time? No. No symptoms at all. Just a ‘feeling’.

We’re trying for our first baby and I really hope this time, it’s our time.

Needless to say I’ll be peeing on a stick for the foreseeable or at least until my boyfriend cuts me off for being crazy.

This app is the only place I feel comfortable to talk about this.

Aaaand breathe ☺️