And so it begins...

'Imran, I feel weird, I'm telling you I feel like i'm growing a child'. My husband looked at me like I was a teeny bit mental. He knows though once I get something in my head I don't shut up about it (something i'm working on by the way). So off I skipped to the bathroom with my pregnancy test. Having been married for 3 amazing years to my darling hubby (yes, he's going to be reading this), it was the day after our wedding anniversary and I had a strong jittery feeling that my body was changing, life was beginning inside me, I was glowing, my heart a flutter and... Oh it's negative. Poo.

2 weeks later and now late for my period, I grabbed my last Clear Blue test and quietly locked the bathroom door not wanting to tell hubby because I wouldn't hear the end of 'Why must you waste another £10 test woman?!' I was quite sure it would come back negative, but I suppose I just wanted to rule it out. Instantly the little blue 'positive' line appeared, and I stared at it for about 4 minutes, knowing that i'd wee'd on the stick for 5 seconds too long and I MUST have broken it. I wandered out to the living room where hubby was sitting. 'Erm...I took a test and it says positive but I wee'd on it too long and I broke it and I need another test and you have to go and buy me one...'. He stared at me for a few seconds and said 'I didn't understand a word you said, are you ill?' So I pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and he went in to see what was going on. Then out he came holding the test, completely white (he's asian and naturally ahem, 'mocha' coloured; his words not mine, so it was rather funny to see him turn so pale). I calmly told him to please buy me another test, and he was just so in shock he (very surprisingly) said nothing and left the house in complete silence.

He brings home a shiny new Clear Blue Digital test whilst i've been at home glugging copious glasses of water and I leg it back into the toilet with my test. 'Have you finished yet?' I can hear him anxiously shouting from outside the door. 'I haven't even undone my jeans yet, hold on!!' So I take the test and it instantly says 'Positive 5-6 weeks'.

I open the door and start bawling my eyes out.

And right at that moment as I struggled to breathe, blew my snotty nose and dried my mascara cloaked eyes I knew everything was going to change... And get even better :-)

We go to the doctor, confirm the pregnancy, suss out my symptoms, buy a trolley full of organic food and Pregnacare and I begin doing my usual anal research on all things baby.

I begin to suffer extreme tiredness, breathlessness, nausea, heartburn, frequent urination, urges to eat every 1.5 hours and more tiredness. Pregnancy really is a beautiful thing(!) I am however so lucky to not vomit at all, GO ME!

In my usual worrisome demeanour I start freaking out at 9 weeks that everything is ok as my scan isn't until 12 weeks, so we decide to go for a private scan in Harley Street. Before I can take a deep breath i'm on the bed, belly full of clear gel and i'm staring at the monitor.

'OH' the sonographer says... 'Oh...??'

'TWINS!!'

'Riiiight... Well you're quite obviously doing something wrong so please check your monitor again thanks' I say as calmly as possible whilst trying to relax my eyebrows which have hit my hairline. 'No no, it's quite clear to see' she says, and she's right. I'm staring at the black and white screen, tears streaming down my face and I can clearly see 2 sacs filled with 2 baby shaped blobs. At that point I start shaking and turn to face hubs, waiting for him to laugh at me and tell me he had a joke going with the sonographer (something he would do). Once I notice his eyes are so wide open his eyeballs are about to fall out of his head and he's turned a bit pink and sweaty I realise that obviously it's no joke. We are given our pictures and are suddenly standing on the street in central London, looking around aimlessly, trying to understand what has just happened. Neither myself or hubby have twins in our families, hence being so freaked out about it! I remember when I was 16, always saying 'I don't want twins, I could never EVER handle them!' God obviously heard me; He either thinks I really can handle them and this will be my ultimate proof that I should have more faith in myself, or He just thought it would be hilarious to see my reaction when I was told it was twins. I think it's the latter.

It took me 2 days to get over the shock and now I am so excited I could burst. I feel blessed and so lucky to be carrying two little Sheikhys in my belly, not just one! At 10 weeks i'm already becoming increasingly impatient and just want them to come NOW NOW NOW!!

So here I sit, on the sofa, feeling sleepy with a touch of heartburn, belly starting to bloat, feeling breathless just walking from the living room to the kitchen to get my 15th meal of the day... Yet I feel like the happiest, most fortunate person in this world. Roll on the next 7 months! Good times :-)