Well for me it will be a year since I foung out I was pg on the 28th, I wasn't going to poas until I for sure had missed AF. We'd been TTC for 3 months and I was just getting tired of the whole excitement/letdown thing. Funniest part was I was totally convinced I was in for the worst AF ever, I was emotionally unstable and was being a huge rag

I even told DH that I wasn't pg because I was feeling so badly. Then I missed AF, so I decided to POAS and there he was a faint little line, right as DH drove away to work. I watched the line form. I then took another an hour later and this time it was really dark. It's funny I though I was getting AF and instead it was Owen

The craziest part of the whole story was when my MIL told me how she'd had a dream that we had a beautiful baby boy and our DD was holding him. I'd found out I was pg like 2 days before, but wasn't ready to tell anyone. She kept telling everyone about her dream, then I guess Dh and I gave each other the "look" and his g-ma knew that the dream was true. My MIL is psychic or at least she had a premonition, it was just so weird. Obviously he was meant to be

Follow Mothering