17:15 finally arrives and began my long journey home. Upon return home, there was the usual matter of tending to the rabbits and scoffing some nosh before eagerly jumping in the car to go to the cinema.
The film went as planned and was every bit as good as the first 2 times my Dad took me to see it and the 1 time my Grandad took me to see it when I was 11. After the film Annie asked me if we could swing by Sainsbury's as she'd been feeling a bit sick and she was *ahem* late (man terms).
When we got home Annie went upstairs, as apparently she hadn't been to the bathroom for hours, and unwrapped the Clearblue test. There was a sense of foregone conclusion about the result, both when purchasing the test and taking it. However on this occasion Annie shrieked as the test came up with a bold vertical line and a familiar thin horizontal line crossing it. Ever the pessimist I told her that we shouldn't get too over-excited as it takes a while to give the true result, all the time sporting a huge grin.
After the prescribed 2 minutes that big fat line wasn't going away. We instantly beamed at each other and wrapped our arms around one another. Apparently it's not a great idea to take the test and find out you are pregnant with your first child, just before bed time. We stayed up for hours and talked about the future and who we would tell and when.
The next day we invested in a digital Clearblue test *thanks Clubcard vouchers*. There was a niggle at the back of our heads that said "that first test was wrong" and we waited eagerly for about 30 seconds until it flashed up "pregnant" and then waited with some relief until it informed us that we were 2-3 weeks along.
Later on came the daunting task of informing our loved ones and friends. I had to wait to inform my family (as my Mum was on a plane to Abu Dhabi). In the mean time Annie returned the favour to her sister (who confided in Annie first as soon as she found out that she was expecting), informed her mother and father who seemed genuinely excited and pleased for us, which is just what you want to hear.
When I received the text from my Mum saying that she had landed and I could call, I did. I went through the typical manly protocol of making a bit of small talk before beating around the bush before procrastinating a little more. Finally I made the announcement, unfortunately I think the shock, the stress of the job, some fatigue and of course some doubt meant a lukewarm reception. I think as the news set in so did a bit of excitement. I'm hoping that will show more and more.
Next I decided to speak with my Dad. This time I plumped for significantly less dilly-dallying. I'm not sure "you're going to be a Grandad" were the words my father expected to hear this evening. As expected I didn't receive an over-enthused reception. I'm well aware that both of my parents are a little doubtful over our age and the step we're taking. While fully understanding, I think I'd regret it if I hadn't taken those risks before. People think that 22 is too young to get married but it was by far the best decision I have ever made.
The final step was to call my Grandparents and drop the bomb on them. This was the safe bet for a bit of excitement. I was not disappointed; "you're going to be great-grandparents later this year" was greeted by "wow that's great news" from my Grandad, shortly followed by "that's t'riffic, t'riffic, well done". My Aunt was there to provide some more congratulations which were lovely to hear. My Nan was the next callee in the musical phone game. Apparently she's now feeling younger as a result of the news and is very, very excited. So much so that I was subject to an unexpected "he's got a bit of lead in his pencil" (that's not what you want to hear).
All in all it's been a good week, there was the Anfield Cat, 'Arry Redknapp took a huge step towards the England manager job and the hottest parents on the scene; Jay-Z and Beyonce, revealed pictures of their somewhat unusually named baby. And now this, how could it get any better?
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