It’s time for a little bit of over-sharing shall we?
If you are a negative person and can’t see the joy in other peoples happiness and take it as them being smug/rude/rubbing it in your face etc. Then this post is not for you.
What I have learnt so far about pregnancy, birth and children is that people always have a BAD, maybe even, a horror story to tell you about it. They scare the BANANA’s out of you. The last baby shower I went to was all about women telling me how horrific their labour & birth was. I swear I left gripping my vagina as I was suffering from shooting pain.
I feel that all you get told by anyone or read about is the bad scenarios. So, I am going to share some happiness.
Many stories I read online about trying to conceive was the bad luck people were having. How many month, years etc. The heart braking, soul-destroying path it was. I had nearly convinced myself it would take a while to fall pregnant, the only thing that didn’t convince me totally was the fact that my mother’s side of the family never, ever had any issues conceiving children. My mother and 5 of her 6 sisters threw around the old: “I only had to look at a dick and I was pregnant” with gay abandonment. (The 6th doesn’t have a child)
Then, if you were to fall pregnant. You were going to lose it. “Hush hush” was what everyone including the GP said to me. Don’t tell a soul, because god-forbid you miscarry, because, hey, 1 out of 4 pregnancy is mis-carried. “And that could be you!!!” they threatened. Geez, let’s jinx it shall we.
But again, I looked to my family and their history and to my knowledge, no one has miscarried. But, then again, I am no expert and not sure how much genetics and family history plays with my pregnancy. Also, to add. My husband’s side of the family – his mum is 1 of 13. So if I was a gambling man, which I am not, but if I were, I would guess, there were no issues there. However, not sure if that played any role in our path for conceiving.
So here goes – Our story of making a baby!
With any great decision in our relationship, we make them together. But truth be told, I ultimately have the deciding vote. Bless my husband’s heart. We had decided, that yes, kids were in our near future, but when, was up to me, because I was still feeling too young. (Engaged at 20. Married at 22)
So I decided, we were going to start trying for a baby and like all great revelations; I ring my husband while he is at work, to tell him immediately. I am impatient. And revel in ringing him at work with wildly inappropriate proclamations that make him uncomfortable, hot under the collar, lost for words with all the crazy shit I have to say!! Sometimes I can even hear the sweat dripping down his temples.
He was elated with the news however could not convey this at all, due to him being in an office environment with colleagues nearby. Part of the fun (for me). I.am.a.bitch.
He comes home from work. We make love. I then hit up Dr Google and learn all about ovulation and realise, that we weren’t in the ‘window’ at the time. I let out a sigh and say “Well that was a waste of time” BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA
We had to wait another 4 days till we were in my determined window. I suggested we just go for it for 10 days straight, for the best possible chance at hitting the right time. By day 8. It was getting a bit old LOL. And if I am 100% honest, a bit of a chore. My heart goes out to all those that face this month after month after month. Albeit, you have probably shortened your window and don’t have to do that much. I only made ours 10 days, as I wasn’t all that familiar with my cycle, as I don’t count it etc. All I know is that my sister and I are synced.
Then it was the waiting game to see if my period would come. My sister texts me, “Urrrghh I just got my period” (We are close siblings LOL) I panic and text back “Me too” But after that, I start doing the happy dance, dancing around the living room in front of my husband, screeching, “I’m late, I’m late!!!” I say to my husband, “Can I please pee on the stick now?” He decides that there will be no peeing upon no stick until I am well and truly late which he declares will be on Friday morning. This was Monday night. I believe his motives were purely economical for the stick’s sake.
Strange things were occurring and even before my sister texted me, I just knew I was pregnant and if my flow was to come, I would have been shocked (and a little devastated) I was at Woolworths, at the self-service check out. I breathed in through my nose and it was as if someone has shoved a bunch of flowers right under my nose. The cut flowers were all the way down the other end of the store. My sense of smell was through the roof. One night, I came home from work and promptly crawled into bed where I slept for 14 hours straight.
So Friday morning came and I was all like, Nah, stuff the stick. I’m not peeing on it. I know I am pregnant and I don’t need no pee stick to prove it!! But I was just kidding myself. I pee in a jar. Husband takes it from me, puts the stick in, all while he has his back to me. I am yelling out. What’s happening, is it working, have you done it right, anything??? TELL ME SOMETHING GOD DAMMMMMMMITTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He turns around to face me, stick in hand and the biggest smile I have ever seen from him. No words were necessary.
One cycle and 2 little lines, I was pregnant. The first feeling I had was guilt. I just felt guilty. This was all too easy. How am I so lucky? It comes full circle, majority saying the bad stuff, I was hardwired to think the worst and I had been so lucky and fortunate. This can’t happen, because only bad things happen. That was my motivation for writing this post. I just wanted to tell a happy story. To date, no heartache and a very easy go at conception.