After a long and busy weekend, Monday morning came along. (What is it with me and Monday mornings??) I simply didn't feel up to going in to work and decided to stay in. Looking back on that decision now, I'd say it was a good one. Around 10am, last night's Thai dinner didn't seem to agree with my bub; and an hour later, he/she gave me my first bout of morning sickness! It came as quite a bolt of reassurance. The last few days I hadn't been feeling much, rather, feeling pretty much like myself again and was beginning to wonder if I really was pregnant after all! Well, a reassurance is quite welcome though it is rather uncomfortable. I better lie down now.

It was a usual Monday morning in Sydney. We could hear the hum of cars on the M4 near our apartment block. Sydney-siders rushing to work after a lazy and relaxed weekend. Lazy and relaxed: hardly the words to describe the weekend I had for starters! I was breaking my head, losing my patience, biting my nails, turning over restlessly in bed, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, running the same question over and over. Am I pregnant? A long-awaited plan set into motion in January 2007. AE had probably had just about enough. He had finally succumbed to the millionth time I had asked him the question that week: Should I do a test? Gingerly tore open the test kit and carried it in an usually calm manner. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? The harder I peered, the more visible a faint 2nd line became. I left it on my bathroom bench and walked out, vowing to look again only after the stipulated test time.
Three minutes on, not a second longer mind you(!), I was almost falling back into the bathroom with an equally eager AE following close. 2linesonastrip. Just that, staring back at us. With a mixture of happiness, hope, apprehension, cheek and a twinkle? Or was that us in the bathroom mirror?