Hi, welcome to my profile! I found out that I was pregnant with my first baby on Valentine's Day 2009. I had been suspicious that I might be, I remember that my breasts were sore but I had no other signs of PMS (no swelling/bloating, no crabbiness, no increased appetite, no feeling extra greasy in the hair and face).

Valentine's Day was a saturday, and forgetting it was the holiday I agreed to work all day... yeah, on a saturday. That morning I woke early, crept around to not wake anyone, and found spotting. I should have been getting my period that day, and it never started with real spotting. I wanted to wake my fiance and tell him! But I also had a bit of doubt as to whether or not it was true. I thought what a thing to tell my Valentine on our first Valentine's Day living together (we had spent the days in different cities, states and even countries over the years), but I didn't want to be wrong.

So I went to work without mentioning it. At work I felt odd, like I was having my period in a way. I kept excusing myself to the restroom to check, but it was just a little 'extra' discharge with a spot of blood in it.

More confirmation that I was expecting... my period would have been in full swing by then if I were going to get it, it did not start this way.

I still didn't tell. A few days later my fiance asked me for some reason if I needed to take a pregnancy test. I denied it and felt guilty, but I couldn't shake my doubts.

The following sunday evening (8 days after Valentine's Day) I reluctantly told him that I suspected that I was pregnant. He was displeased I hadn't addressed it sooner. We waited still a few more days- it didn't seem possible to me. On wednesday morning, I took the test as soon as he left the house (I have a shy bladder). It was instantly positive, but I had read the instructions fully so I kept waiting for it to 'develop'. It didn't occur to me that it had developed, that once you have two pink lines there isn't a lot more that can develop (except the little-known 'Syche!' result). After two minutes (because you wait 2-10 minutes, with results inside that window being your answer) I started to realize how the test worked. It was litmus. The chemical reaction had occurred. I was three weeks pregnant.

Still sitting in the bathroom I began to cry. I don't now and did not then know why, but I wept for roughly two hours.

I called my fiance and asked him to please come home, that I did not want to be alone. He didn't know I'd taken the test, he thought I was just afraid and meant I did not want to take it alone, but he asked me to wait, that he'd be home in a couple of hours. I said, shakily, ok. I didn't tell him (don't we have such an honest, open relationship?). When he came home he couldn't stay and said we'd take the test later. I began crying again and said, 'It's too late.' He understood and held me. He skipped his afternoon appointments to lay on the couch with me while I cried, cold wind rushing in through the windows. He told me that everything was ok, that this was the perfect time for us to have a child together. I was reminded that this was something I had always wanted.

As overwhelming as that day was, as those eleven days were, they are fondly remembered. Thirty-four weeks later I met my son, a son I never thought I would have. I love him to pieces and we spend almost 24 hours of each day together, at least 20 of those in physical contact.

Being a new stay-at-home-mom is different, but I love it.