25 September - the day after my bfp

25 September Thursday

Back at work today, I still have not told my husband, he came home so late last night and I had spent the day researching online… you can only imagine what I was looking up.
Will I miscarry again?
How to prevent a miscarriage?
What should I be eating?
And it went on and on…

I dont think we will tell anyone untill we are 100% sure we know this is for real.

Its funny now that I know I’m pregnant, I suddenly can feel all these pains down there. Psychological?

So today I start a new regular feature in my daily blogging. The symptom chart. What I felt that day.

Symptoms: just muscle like pain, pulling and stretching pains. And some period like pains.

At about 4pm I get a phone call from my mother-in-law.
“Would you like to join us for dinner tonight, we having hot dogs?” she says
My reply “um, well I will just have to phone and ask Brett first, I will call you back”

I put the phone down, now I panic… “Can I eat hotdogs?”, I think to myself – deli meat! No I can’t… but it’s cooked… that’s fine right?

The phone rings… its Brett
“My mom just called and asked if we would like to go for dinner, I told her we would, you like hotdogs don’t you?” he said

“Yes I do, ok… yeah, that should be fine” I reply.

We hang up.

So now I have to research, can I eat flipping hotdogs!

When I get home, I am met by my loving husband. Hugs and kisses.
This is it!
I must tell him!

So I go over the cupboard where I am stashing my test…

“lovie come here” I call from the room
He come into the room expecting a hug, we hug.
“I have something to show you” I say as I push the test into his chest.
“What’s this?” he asks – yes he asked that…can you believe it…
“What do you think it is” I reply
“Its positive” he says…. “You’re pregnant?”
We hug, he kisses me a million times on my lips, my cheeks, my forehead.
“Cautiously expecting” I said
“Yes… I agree, but I love you” he replies.

So yes I can eat hotdogs and we went to the in-laws to have hotdogs… I smiled to myself

We have a secret… they don’t know about…