This is an easy one. My favourite birthday present ever is…
…a pregnancy test!
Last year, on my thirty-second birthday, hubby and I were doing some shopping and popped into Boots (I forget the main purpose). While we were there, I asked if we could buy a pregnancy test. My period was due anytime that weekend and as we had been trying, I wanted to take a test.
Now, this may not seem like a particularly momentous occasion but the previous month (we had only just started trying, but I was obsessed) hubby wouldn’t let me buy a pregnancy test, telling me it was a waste of money and I’d know whether I was pregnant when I got my period.
What a meanie!
So I was quite excited that he’d agreed we could purchase one. I don’t know why, but it felt like too big a purchase for me to make the decision on my own. Silly, huh? But the great thing about birthdays is that hubby thinks someone should be kept happy (and therefore get their own way!) on their birthday.
Despite the fact that my period was imminent and I could have waited to see if it turned up, I jumped out of bed early the next morning and took the test. I left it on the counter in the bathroom and got back into bed and chatted to hubby. I was quite relaxed about it really as I had no expectation. In fact, I was so engrossed in the conversation we were having (I forget what it was about now; probably to do with some story on the BBC News app) that I forgot all about the test.
Imagine my surprise when the test turned out to be positive! I still remember the feeling of disbelief, excitement and fear all rolled into one.