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Sitting on the loo, I felt my nerves build.
I wasn’t sure what results I wanted.
I can’t see myself as a mum, I thought.
Until I had met Ole, I wasn’t sure I would find someone I was comfortable enough with to have a family.
But meeting him four years ago had changed everything.
Having had regular periods most of my adult life, I knew to do a test when it didn’t arrive after two weeks.
But I had no typical symptoms or maternal instinct telling me I was pregnant – the test was just routine.
Until I picked the test up and spotted the two lines.
Nervous, I went downstairs to let Ole, 33, know the news.
Handing him the test, I waited to see his reaction.
‘Oh,’ he said. ‘I guess we’re going to be parents then.’
‘I guess we are,’ I replied.
And after the shock had worn off, we were over the moon – we were so excited for this next chapter of our lives.
Keeping the precious news toscan, I was so excited to tell the rest of our family.