Surprise!

How our fridge used to be...

Greetings Earthlings (or just those from mysterious and elusive places, such as Wolverhampton).

This is the story of two 30 somethings journey/battle with coming to terms with pregnancy, other people's views and basically having a chance to warble on about experiences building up to the birth of their first child.

Two independent people who fell in love, lived in sin, married and got knocked up- and their reactions to how they change, and people around them change.

Meet Celia, the 38 yr old female, who, after yrs of refusing to marry, tied the knot with Darren, 15mths ago. It was a whirl-wind romance, resulting in a 'hasty' wedding (insert sarcasm here) in New York after being together only 7 years.

We dragged/invited our best pals Karen & Stef to be Chief-Bridesmaid and Best Man. And for years, together as partners, we enjoyed a life of gigs, festivals and freedom to do what we pleased, when we wanted.

Not 18 mths later, Celia (Hi everyone!), an intelligent degree-educated woman, took over 3mths to realise she was 'up the duff'.

British Education system, eh?!...

The Selfish Jeans - I can't get in them anymore...

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It was a few weeks ago, when Darren was having a horrendous migraine, that I nipped to the local Chemist in Asda to buy painkillers, & our world changed. Darren had made a quip the night before, that I may be pregnant, as I hadn't 'had the builders in/had friends over/hadn't been up on blocks' for a few months. I shall admit I wasn't even unduly worried or concerned, as I'd been irregular in the past.

To put his mind at ease, I bought a Digital Clear pregnancy test along with his Migralieve.

I returned home, made sure Darren was alright, gave him his tablets, then pottered upstairs to the loo. I was half-way through the pee, and realised I had nearly forgotten to use the pregnancy kit. I unwrapped and pee'd on the stick, then washed my hands, etc. I picked up the stick casually and glanced down.

My heart skipped a beat.

Jesus Christ.

It reads 'Pregnant. +3mths'.

I sat back down on the toilet, staring at this stick that had suddenly turned my world upside down, and into chaos. I felt like a ragdoll that had been stuffed inside a doll's house, being picked up and shaken around by the bonkers ADHD toddler from next door. But surprisingly & unexpectedly, kinda liking it.

I was pregnant.

We were pregnant.

I realised my bum was going numb, as were my thighs, probably as I'd sat straight back down onto the toilet. I'd sat for 20 minutes and my lower limbs were losing blood supply.

Oh My God. What will Darren think? he's poorly- should I tell him? Will it make his migraine worse? Will he take it okay? I'm still in shock with a weird smile creeping into my face that I never thought I would ever have...

Steeling myself, I knew I couldn't keep this from him. Thoughts of GPs and confirming and tests and scans and bans on food and guidelines and a whirl of random thoughts whirred through my head, as I walked down the stairs, stick in hand. I pushed the lounge door open, looking at Darren laid out on the sofa, in pain. I took a deep breath and stood in the middle of our cramped living room...

The Bloke's Reaction:

Well it cured his migraine.