Woke up this morning at 6.33 after not really sleeping very well and in the most unromantic moment we've ever had in our bed asked "do you need to go to the toilet yet?"
The misses in the the bathroom and shouts "F*** me there are two lines".
It was true, I never expected it to actually work but it's bloody true.
Phoned the Mum's, who were naturally delighted, held it together with a dose of realism. You know the convesation - "early days, blood test Monday, it's only 99% accurate etc"
Got in the car and burst into tears after 2 minutes.
I changed the words a little to Bob Dylan's Tangled up in blue:
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd peed at all
If her stick had turned pink!!