So, it’s official. We’re pregnant again! Which means come November (or probably sooner given our track record), we’ll be back where we started; knee deep in newborn nappies, nipple cream and breast pumps. Never ending sterilising sessions, obsessive swaddling and sleepless nights. But this time, with a potty training toddler in tow…
It’s going to be a challenge for sure, but we couldn’t be more excited for what’s to come!
Although, I must admit, my initial reaction on being told we were pregnant for the second time was rather different from that day back in January two years ago when we found out we were expecting Teddy.
Back then, while of course we felt hugely lucky and the same gargantuan sense of excitement and relief, the enormity of the situation was almost too much to handle first time around. The fear of the unknown. The fear that this one wouldn’t stick. Feeling totally unprepared for what was to come, while obsessively checking (and rechecking) every pregnancy app we could find for more information on how our tiny baby was growing and what to expect.
But second time around, on seeing those two little blue lines appear on the pregnancy test, it all felt rather different.
And, well, it went a little something like this…
Did you check it twice?
Did you leave the test for three minutes this time?!
Because you remember what happened last t…
Let me see…
LET ME SEE!
I knew it.
I BLOODY KNEW IT!
Your boobs are definitely bigger than they were last week…
OH MY GOD!
Well done us!
Well done YOU…
Wait a second…
Is this the result of THAT night?!
Trust you to start ovulating on Valentine’s Day.
Hold up…so that means you were pregnant when you went to India…THAT VERY SAME week?
That’s very irresponsible Boo.
It is definitely…my baby?
OK, I believe you…
Oh my God, OH MY GOD!
This is so amazing!!
Do you think I should start selling my sperm?!
OK, let’s not get too excited.
It’s only like week five, so we shouldn’t count our chickens…
Ahh, Teddy’s going to be such a good big brother!
Have you told him yet?
I love you!
Seriously…how much do you reckon I could get for my swimmers?
I genuinely think there could be a market for it…
Yes, I’m serious!
I have to take a photograph of this moment for Instagram…
The people will want to see it!
And there we have it…the very photo we took on that fateful night!
Wish us luck!! Just 26 weeks and 4 days left to go…