So I’ve been eating things I normally hate, like easy cheese, and well my man said I had to take a test. That I had been cranky and blah blah blah lately. Well I’m not even late for my period yet or so I think. And then I see the date and I’m absolutely astonished. I go to take one and expect a negative like always, well after a year of trying I got my rainbow baby! I nearly fainted off the damn toilet. How the hell would my man know before me ? I didn’t even think I was.