March 25th, 2025 — a date I’ll never forget. I found out I was three weeks pregnant. Not three months, not even four weeks — three. Barely there and yet already everything had changed.
The funny thing is, I don’t even know why I took the test that morning. My cycles have always been so unpredictable, and we had been preparing ourselves for the possibility that it might take a while to conceive — especially after the wedding. But lately, Graham had started dropping these casual little hints, saying things like, “Well, if it happened now, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world…”
Little did he know — it had happened.
It was early morning, and I had to go to work. I took the test almost out of habit, no real expectations. But when that faint second line appeared, I froze. I stood there staring at it, heart pounding, mouth dry, trying to wrap my head around it. Then I did the most difficult thing imaginable — I kept it to myself all day.
We’d always said we wanted to make “the moment” special. Not just a rushed whisper in the kitchen or a text message with a photo. So I zipped my lips, carried on with my day, and somehow managed to stay upright at work.
As soon as I finished, I headed straight to Tesco. I needed a digital test — because let’s be honest, it only ever feels real when it says the words: Pregnant: 1-2 weeks. I didn’t need the loo yet, so I sat in Costa with a latte, nervously sipping and waiting for nature to do its thing. Eventually, I took the test in the Tesco bathroom (classy, I know) — and there it was. Clear as day.
From there, it all snowballed beautifully. I dashed to Next and bought a little white Babygrow that read “Born in 2025” and a mug that said “Daddy – Est. 2025.” I wrapped it all up with the positive test inside, knowing I still wouldn’t get a quiet moment with Graham anytime soon.
That evening, he picked me, his sister, and my stepdaughter up to go to my wedding dress seamstress appointment. Yes — on the same day I found out I was pregnant, I also tried on my wedding dress. Life’s timing is funny like that.
In the middle of the fitting, I had to whisper to the seamstress that I was newly pregnant — quietly enough so Graham’s sister and daughter wouldn’t hear. She gave me a knowing hug and gently moved my next appointment to May, “just in case anything changes.”
By the time we got home, it was nearly 9pm. My stepdaughter went off to bed, and we started making dinner. Graham, again, casually mentioned how it wouldn’t be a disaster if I fell pregnant now. That maybe we could stop trying not to.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I ran upstairs, grabbed the wrapped package, and handed it to him. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, “That better not be a positive pregnancy test…”
It was.
His face as he opened it — the surprise, the joy, the emotion — I’ll remember it forever.
So yes, March 25th will always be the day I found out I was pregnant. And also the day I stood in a wedding dress, knowing that the next chapter of our lives was already beginning.
Sometimes, life doesn’t wait for perfect timing. But it always has perfect moments.
