So. We are going to have a baby.
Yup. We are pregnant, and soon there will be four. Plus a dog. OMFG.
Are we excited? HELL YEAH! *insert fist pump here*.
And yet are we ready for it? HELL FREAKING EFFING NO! *insert quiet and terrified sobbing here*.
To be honest, we had been hoping to fall pregnant for quite a while now. In fact, we downright expected it to happen straight away (you know, like smug jerks). And each month we (well, mainly me) ended up absurdly disappointed. Flat as a tack. Hiding in the pantry stuffing my face with alternating fistfuls of chocolate and potato chips to feel better. And I mean the plain kind, not the salt and vinegar kind, you giant weirdo.
Because every single time I felt a little twinge in my tummy, every time I felt slightly off, and every time I felt a more tired than normal (SOML errrr’ day) I found myself getting hopeful and a wee bit excited. Mentally high living myself over finally getting. shiz. done. Boom!
But then I got my period. Every single month. Frick. Frick. Frick.
So every month I fell back to earth as disappointed AF. Every month I felt my heart sink further and further, until I swear to gawd I could almost feel it beating in my toes. And I started to wonder. Was it EVER going to happen again for us? Was the first time a fluke? Had we waited too long? Was there something wrong with me? Am I getting too old? Were we only meant to have one child? And if so, could I bring myself to accept that?
I tried not to dwell on it too much though, because I knew that it would make me crazy.
And then one day, unexpectedly, something thankfully went right.
But I didn’t realise it at the time. Not that NOT realising it is much of a surprise, because with my first pregnancy I was so oblivious to the fact that we were pregnant, that we ended up being a full month further along than where we thought we were.
And this month I just assumed that it hadn’t happened, like every month that had proceeded it.
It wasn’t until my period was a couple days late that I started to hope. Well, I actually tried not to hope TOO much, because being late wasn’t really a big thing for me. I mean, I am usually all over the place. So I gave it a couple more days. Until a week had passed and still no period.
And then I took a test. Oh please oh please oh please oh please, I thought.
And I sat and I waited. Test face down in the bathroom, of course. And me face down on the bed … I am not a complete lunatic.
I waited. And then I waited a little bit more just to reeeeaaaaallllyyyyy give the test time to think about what it wanted to say to me, to make sure it gave me the answer I wanted. And then I flipped it over and look at the screen. I blinked and looked again.
And then I fist pumped the air like I was that hot dude in The Breakfast Club. Yusssssssss!!!
POSITIVE! It said POS-I-TIVE! Yeaaaaooooooowwww! After months and months of trying, and we were going to have another baby!
My first pregnancy (though tiring) was relatively a piece of cake. And I assume that this one is going to be the same as last time. I mean, last time my little man was so good to me, and I cruised through the whole time feeling happy, healthy and relatively energised. So I couldn’t see why this one would be any different.
Oh. Oh hang on. Oh Shit. I am not feeling so good…
Have you recently found out that you were pregnant? How did you feel when you found out? Leave me a comment below as I would love to hear all about it! xxxx