Our Journey – Step 4: Monitor Early Signs
At this stage, we were basically professional symptom spotters.
Every twinge, every wave of nausea, every weird dream — we noticed everything. It’s wild how your body becomes a mystery novel you’re trying to solve in real-time.
We’d read that early pregnancy symptoms could start as early as 6 DPO (days past ovulation). So from 6 DPO onward, it was a game of “Is it a sign or just gas?”
Kat went full detective. “I think my boobs feel heavier,” she’d say, holding them like weighing scales. One day she cried watching a cooking show — definite symptom. Me? I convinced myself a craving for pickles meant implantation. We were spiralling, but in the most hopeful way.
At that point, Kat was confused about what was real and what was placebo. "Do you think I’m just making this up because I want it to be something?" she asked one night. And honestly, we both were. But we also knew our bodies were shifting — we just didn’t know yet if it was the shift.
We started testing early (don’t judge us). 8 DPO? Negative. 9 DPO? Still negative. 10 DPO? And then — the faintest, tiniest whisper of a line. We stared at that test like it was a treasure map. "Is that a line?!" "Wait, tilt it in the light again." We took photos, brightened them, zoomed in like forensic analysts. It was barely there — but it was there. And we absolutely lost it. Crying, laughing, hugging, holding that tiny plastic stick like it held the universe.
Kat’s result came a few days later — two bold, beautiful pink lines. It was undeniable. And then, just when we thought the universe had peaked, 12 days after Kat’s positive, I got mine.
Cue round two of screaming, disbelief, more tears. Two bumps. Two mums. Two babies on the way. It felt like the stars had aligned just for us — a double yes from the universe that still gives us chills.
That week was full of cautious joy. The early signs weren’t dramatic, but they were ours. Little whispers of hope that turned into louder yeses with every passing day.
If you’re here in this phase, we get it. The wait is brutal, the overthinking is real, and the line between intuition and imagination blurs hard. But also — it’s a beautiful space. You’re in the in-between. The quiet before the loud. And sometimes, the magic is already happening, whether you know it or not.
