"What is it, what is it, whats wrong"
"I'm pregnant, I cant be, what are we going to do"
Sure enough the line had gone blue and according to the instructions, it was definately a sign of being up the duff.
All I could think to do was laugh my head off, that sort of nervous uncontrollable, fit of the stoned giggles sort of laugh.
Over the moon, but sort of not too. I thought our days of having more kids was over as we had just started to get a life back. Our youngest was 5 (and a half) and it was going to be back to nappies and sleepless nights.
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