Tiny FIGHTER

Coming out of the bathroom, I left the pregnancy stick on the side.

‘I’ll do the bins,’ I called to my hubby James, 36.

That might seem a little strange. After all, you’d think I’d be pacing impatiently.

And trust me, for three-and-a-half-years, that was me.

Only, after countless negative results, I just couldn’t face it anymore.

James and I were desperate to start our family after tying the knot in 2015, and were going through IUI to try and conceive.

We were on our second round and I just convinced myself it would be negative again.

And so, taking out the bins, I leisurely did a few chores before heading back to the bathroom.

Two lines.

Walking into the bedroom, I threw the stick to James.

‘I’m pregnant,’ I gasped in shock.

I was