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Today is 13 dpo and I finally cracked and did the other First Response that has been sitting in my medicine cabinet. It was a nerve wracking experience staring at the test and waiting for the line to develop. I’ve been so paranoid that maybe Saturday’s test was just an evap and I was jumping the gun thinking it was positive, but I am happy to report that I got a very good line today and so, for now, I am definitely pregnant.



I’m still utterly terrified to get my hopes up. I’m trying to distract myself with thoughts of this weekend, where I’m feeling enormous levels of anxiety about having to get a few trains from the airport to my friend’s house. I’m a 32 year old woman ffs but the terror of accidentally getting on the wrong train is making my blood run cold. The eldest child (who considers herself a veteran of the Greater London area train system) keeps offering to go with me, you know, to hold my hand while I get about. I’m actually tempted. Pathetic I know, I want a 12 year old to babysit me. I have always been a ridiculously anxious traveler. I’m the sort that would rather turn up at the airport four hours early rather than risk being five minutes late. ┬áBut I guess on the plus side at least the terror of this is stopping me from obsessing about what is going on in my uterus (fingers crossed it is in my uterus).

And then some more….

My eldest daughter is off school today for her midterm break. During the week the mum of one of her classmates texted me to ask if her son to come over as both she and her husband were working. He’s a nice kid and I was happy to have a bit of distraction for my eldest, anything beats the pre-teen eye rolling and hearing “I’m bored!” on a loop.

But that wasn’t quite enough to satisfy her, and after the OPKs this morning well I was frankly looking for an excuse to go in to town. So I gathered the kids up and deposited my eldest and her friend into the local cinema to watch the new Tintin movie while I made a little side trip to local branch of Superdrug.

So I’d gone as far as to buy a test.

How could I possibly resist using it?

This is what is technically known as a Big Fecking Positive (that’s the Irish term for it).

Oh my god! I cannot believe it! I am SO thrilled, and scared, and thrilled, and slightly nauseous, and hankering for another bacon sandwich, and nauseous again. I am feeling very positive, this is much darker than any of the tests that I got last time round.

So next week it’s off to the doctor to confirm it with them and keep my fingers crossed that they’ll send me for an early scan. I didn’t get to 15 DPO before testing, but I think 13 dpo showed an iron will for me.