At this very moment I'm 26 weeks along in my pregnancy, with my little girl named Lola.
I've always wanted to be pregnant, even when I was little I would stuff my shirt with pillows, blankets, and bath towels and pretend I was having a baby. I can only imagine what I looked like, an 8 year old with a 8 month pregnant belly!
My husband and I have always sat and dreamed with each other about babies and a growing family. I found out I was expecting at 5 am one morning in October, my husband had just taken his brother to the airport and I couldn't wait for him to come home. I took the test and watched my pee move across the stick... then my heart sinks to my stomach when I only see one pink line. I instantly start praying, because everytime I've taken a test and it's negative it takes a couple weeks to get out of the "I don't have a little person growing inside me" phase. I finish peeing and I'm just getting ready to pull up my undies when I glance at the stick again. That's the moment the rest of my life changed. I looked at that wonderful white stick and to my shock it now has 2 wonderful pink lines!!! I instantly start rubbing my eyes, like they do in cartoons like I'm seeing things or I'm just wishing 2 lines so bad that thats what I think I'm seeing. So like everyone who takes one test and it's positive, I rip open the second one with gusto and focus like never before on mustering up some more urine for this wonderful thing us women pee on. I stair at the shower curtain intensely, and thankfully since I have little to no bladder control, in only moments I've got the urge. I take the second test and pee double the time they say to, you know just to make sure, and sit as on the edge of a toilet seat as you can and wait. Sure enough there is the first pink line then.... wait for it...wait for it....bam! There it is! The best thing I've ever saw in my entire life a second pink line, letting me know that for the past 6 weeks I've had a little person growing in my womb and didn't even relize how much she was already growing in my heart. I get myself together, in complete shock that my dream is coming true. I look at myself in the mirror and realize, "I'm a mother." I will never be the same again, I have another life that I'm responsible for, one that my husband and I along with God created. I stop right there and start praying and thanking God for all that this blessing means for Diego(my husband) and I. Then it hits me I've never practiced how or what I would tell Diego when I found out. I start pacing in my apartment, laughing, crying, and trying to think about how to tell him. Then I realize that we have a big cardboard box cut up and I can write a message on the back and tell him that way. I wait the longest hour of my life it feels like for him to return home from the airport. I'm sitting up in bed with only the night stand light on and have the sign across my lap. He walks in and sees the sign and starts crying right away when he reads "Welcome Home Daddy" We prayed together and laughed and cried some more. That was the best morning of my whole life!
So thats how this crazy journey called pregnancy started. Beautiful right? Well the next 6 months are full of running to the bathroom, hormonal rages, sweating, nose running, sweat pimples, and oh did I mention the vomitting and exhustation?
When your in your first trimester, which means the first 3 months of your pregnancy, you think your the one who is the newborn baby. All you want to do and for the most part can do is sleep, eat, and poop(that is if your not constipated like I was.) And when I say eat, I mean eat! I once sat down to a meal at LongHorn Steak House and polished off 2 servings of salad, 1/2 rack of ribs, 6 oz steak and a loaded baked potatoe the size of my face! The really crazy thing is, after eating ALL that food, I was okay, not full, not ready to explode, but just okay! My husband was looking at me like I was one of the brats on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, eating all the candy and sweets with their bare hands and just shoving their faces into it. To be honest though thats exacting how I felt, but totally shameless. I still to this day go through a gallon of milk all on my own in about 4 days. P.S. never a big milk drinker before Lola came along, but my husband LOVES milk! So a lot of us already know yeah your gonna eat like a total pig and care less, but no one told me that I could actually loose my appitite. It started in my 5th month, all the sudden eating was the hardest thing for me to do. I sometimes have to just bare down and eat because my little girl's hungry, but if it was just me in this body I wouldn't be eating much at all. Oh and not to mention that I've got to try to get around 60g of protien a day and add an extra 300 calories to my diet! This may sound like fun for some of you, but for me, it's my Everest. I eat a lot of Greek yogurt and cheese, along with my beloved milk. Meat is another thing that I either love or hate, and that is all depending on the day. One day I could throw up just at the thought of a steak and the next it's all I can think about. But this I hear is normal.
So lets get into all the stuff people say to a new pregnant mom. For starters get used to the fact that everyone has an option about your babies sex, the size of your belly, and the names you pick. Some people keep everything a secret till the baby pops out, but then your judged for being uptight and "that couple." Diego and I are very open people, no secrets, and open to questions. So we told people the baby names we had picked out and what we thought our baby would be.
I worked at the time and people would either love the names we pick out or hate them, and wouldn't shy away from telling me "really? don't name your baby that." REALLY!?! Thats what your going to tell a hormonal pregnant woman, to her FACE! Please if your one of those people who think everyone wants to know your option, even if they didn't ask for it, SHUT UP! This isn't your moment and guess what it's not your baby! As you can tell I still have some built up resentment over this topic since the name that this person hated so much, is the name of our daughter.
The next is a real kicker! One day at work, a fellow co-worker comes up to me and says "your going to have a girl. Because you're really wide right here." As she motioning to my dwinlding waistline. It was all I could do not to punch her right in the face. Mind you I'm only 4 months at the time and still wearing my regular jeans at work, so the wideness she was refuring to was really just ME! I said as calmly as I could, "thats not the baby, I've always been that wide." I will say I added some smuggness just to get my pissed off point across. Another great time was when my mother in-law told me the SAME THING only a week later!!! I gave her the same response.
On a postive note, you can never tell a pregnant woman enough "wow you don't even look pregnant from behind!" It's like a chorus of angels singing in my ears when people tell me this.
Thats all for now, I have to go pee.....
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