5 weeks Pregnant
If I have learned anything by now, it is that life doesn't always go to plan. At 18, when I looked at my future it was full of possibility. I had it all mapped out - married at 25, first baby at 27 and of course a high flying, well paid job at the same time. At 23 I fell pregnant unexpectedly with a man I had really only just met.
Looking back now, it feels like it was all meant to be. It wasn't part of the plans, but the plans changed and accomodated this baby and another little boy joined our family only 18 months after the first. From single to mother of two in less than three years.
Today my boys are 34 months and 16 months. They are little balls of energy, racing towards milestones, growing at a ridiculous speed and challenging me every day. They make me laugh, cry, smile and shout on a daily basis and our family and house are full of love.
Today I took a pregnancy test. My period was only two days late - something that has happened so many times, I barely even register it. I don't really have any symptoms other than tiredness, which I had put down to lighter mornings (thank you sunshine!) and a crazily busy June. I took a test because of the dreams. Every night this week I have dreamed of being pregnant. I woke to find myself with a pillow between my legs and under tummy, just as I slept when I was pregnant before. I took a test because my head had doubts and I needed to quiet them. The test was positive.
