I’ve been MIA because, well… I’ve been making a human (the start to one anyways) and I’m not one to hide a big secret like this one, so I decided to keep my mouth shut. Here’s how it all went down… at least the PG parts, you guys should know how the rest happened.
Some back story, Sean and I have been married now for 3 years and a bit and we got married relatively young for this day in age. We wanted to enjoy each other’s company for a while before bringing in some more commotion in the mix (although everyone thought we were just saying that and that we’d be pregnant by the end of the year). At about a year and a half/ two years into our marriage, you get into a routine and I started getting the itch… and I mean REALLY getting the itch to have a baby, but Sean didn’t feel ready so I respected that, I wanted it to be something we were both “ready” for (I put that in quotations because I don’t think any first time parents really know what they’re getting themselves in to). At first, I’ll admit that I was a bit disappointed but looking back, I’m so thankful for that extra time we had. At the two year mark, Sean and I both got into a career rut and that came to challenge us as a couple a bit, so I couldn’t imagine adding the stress of a new baby or a pregnancy into that mix.
Come the end of 2017, we sat down, booked a somewhat impulsive trip to Las Vegas (I say somewhat because if you know Sean… he’s not the impulsive type when it comes to $$$ but it made sense) and a couple months later, in October – our 5 year dating anniversary, we were in VEGAS BABY! We were dubbing it our last “hoorah” before starting to try for a family (unfortunately it wasn’t the “hoorah” we were hoping for considering we landed the same day of the Vegas shooting). I started taking prenatal vitamins when we got back, 3 months before stopping the pill (per my OBGYN’s advice) and in January of 2018 it was all systems go.
Part of me thought it would have been quick because, well… we were no longer using precautions. The other part of me was nervous it was going to take a while because I had been on the birth control pill since I was 17. When I make my mind up on anything (my husband can strongly attest to this) I want it like NOW, which made the 8 months it took to get pregnant very tough on my mental state. Month-to-month, when Aunt Flo came around, it was a blow to the chest. Some months I felt so strongly that I was pregant… and then the negative tests, and in the grand scheme of things, I’m aware that 8 months isn’t that long, but try telling that to any woman who’s trying for a baby.
Finally, come beginning of July – Sean and I came to the realization that we can’t be putting plans on hold in the hopes of getting pregnant. So we were looking at putting our house on the market and looking to buy a new (AMAZING) single family home and we were going on a big family cruise at the end of the month. Sean and I made a joke to ourselves that “watch, right in the brunt of it all that’s when it’ll happen because well, we’re all or nothing type of people” and sure enough… end of August (the 28th to be exact) I got what felt like my long-awaited BFP (big fat positive) and no… it was not a vacation baby.
So on August 28th, I was so sure (again) and while at work, ran down to the pharmacy and couldn’t wait any longer and took the test in the bathroom stall, and it was faint… I mean almost inexistant, but still had a feeling it was positive but wasn’t confident enough to tell Sean that night not to get his hopes up and then after all was another negative. So after reading some forums, as anyone trying to get pregnant gets sucked into, followed their advice and waited a day (or 2, but ain’t nobody got time for that) before I bought an electronic YES or NO reading pregancy test – you know… just to make sure and so it would be more evident to tell Sean. After waiting the dreaded 3 minutes, I came up off the floor, looked at the screen and the stupid clock was still flashing… I was about to throw it out until… YES! I was shaking, thanked God a couple times and cried a bit, but then went into “How am I going to tell Sean?” mode. So I ran into our room where a month prior we had bought a “good luck” onesie (I guess it worked), wrote him a little note and wrapped the 3 in a Michael Kors box to try and throw him off, and left it at the top of the stairs for when he got home. When he got home and went upstairs to get changed, as he usually does, I was patiently and anxiously waiting on the couch until I heard “HUH?”… “NO!”… then I hear his heavy feet running down the stairs as he asked “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”. We hugged a lot, we cried and ultimately just felt so grateful… and so the adventure begins!
xoxo,
b.
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