Saturday 2nd: Negative

Monday 4th: Negative

Tuesday 5th: Surely it would be faintly positive by now? Faulty tests? Not pregnant?

Wednesday 6th: Negative

Thursday 7th: Official test day.
I know deep down already.
Big Fat Negative.
Aunt Flo arrived a few hours later.
Nothing like rubbing salt in the wound.

A few grand gone and no exact 4 year age gap for my kids, but it was a long shot. A first attempt. All is not lost, I now get a month off, I can enjoy Christmas and I know what U am doing when I try again in January.