I remember the day we decided that we would just start trying.
I'd had my appendix taken out and had stopped taking the pill while I was on the medication.
We had talked about children but hadn't thought about when we were going to start trying.
This day we decided that if it happened this month it happened and if it didn't we would wait a little longer.
After a few negative tests during the "two week wait" I was convinced it wasn't meant to be.
Boy was I wrong.
I went out to the Casino for tea with Mum, Dad and some family friends, I had a few beers even won $300 (I look back and feel bad for those beers now as my period was 2 days late)
The next day we went fishing out on my best friends boat, I got sea sick for the first time in my life and it wasn't my first time on a boat out at sea.
(maybe this was my next sign)
The day after fishing I was back at work at 5.30am with my first ever migraine, I went home early and on my way grabbed a pregnancy test.
I peed on the stick like I had twice that month and sat it beside me, I watched the first line appear thinking it was around the wrong way I got disappointed, then the next line popped up.
I burst into tears and the first thing I did was ring my husband who was thrilled!
It showed me how important the "two week wait" is.