Baby Bump and Me.

Possibly the worst thing about being pregnant is the nausea. As of yet, there has been no physical throwing up, but we're only five weeks in, and I'm guessing the worst is yet to come. Its not so much a constant feeling, it comes in waves. Unfortunately, my stomach has become a stormy ocean, after working in the kitchen tonight. My heightened sense of smell means I can literally smell the eggs, fish, batter and other kind of nasties, even from the safety of the potwash. Normally I would just get on with it, but my loving fiancee Aaron, who had popped in to check on me, was having none of it. He was 'putting his foot down'. It really shows that someone cares when they bother to give your workmates their marching orders! So instead, I had a relaxing table and chair clean. Not bad for over £6 an hour.

In future I will learn to steer clear of bad smelling substances such as Winter Vegetable Soup, which sounds wonderful, but smells like feet. Bump felt that this was not a winner.

i have also decided what the best things about pregnancy are. So far, it is the relaxing and the love. Aaron will not let me lift a finger, much to my dismay (not). People who have had babies, or are expecting, or even just old friends, message to send their love and support, advice and congratulations. It really is an extraordinary time in your life.

I'm soaking up every moment.

That was definitely the question. Finding out you're going to be a mother at 18 is a HUGE step in an unfamiliar direction. But there I was.

It actually came to light at work. As you might expect, working in an overheated kitchen is bound to leave you feeling nauseous and maybe a little on the headachey side. But this was different. This was light headed, can't concentrate, stomach churning 'yuckiness'. The thought has crossed my mind, but after making a massive decision with my beautiful fiancee Aaron, not to sleep together again until we were married, in order to follow the Christian faith, the irony would be to big.

God and my belly had other plans. My super boss Carolyn was the first to mention that I might be 'up the duff' as it were. After much pleading from me, she ran off to the shop floor to get me a test. Ten to twenty minutes later there I was. In the staff toilets at work , peeing on a stick. Classy.

Tests can be misleading. It tells you to lay the test flat and wait for the result for five minutes. After five minutes, the test was inconclusive. No result. Nada. So i left the test in the box, and Tesha (My super work pal) and I, went back to work. Returning upstairs after a long day, I anxiously had another peek at the test. Positive. That little blue cross was unmistakable. I was pregnant.

Its difficult to say what goes through your head at that moment. How will I tell my man, my parents, my family, his family? How will they react? Aaron, as always, was an angel. He was the supportive superman that he always is. Family reaction were mixed. Some were shocked, some excited, some didn't have a clue what to say. I'm guessing that eventually it will sink in and all will be fine.

After a further test, a doctors green light and a prescription for folic acid, it finally set in. I was going to be a mum, in less than nine months. Bring on the birthing hips.