I’ve been writing on my blog for a while now and I thought it was about time I started talking about my pregnancy and birth, for those of you who are interested in such things. If you are not, please ignore my emotional ramblings!
October 2010; me and my husband had just married and we went to the Brecon Beacons for our honeymoon; the photo is taken in one of the many castles we visited when we were there. We had both talked about trying for a baby once we were married but I don’t think either of us expected it to happen quickly and for one reason and another we weren’t even sure we could have children. When I came off the pill I think we both thought that maybe six months down the line we might get pregnant, needless to say these things never turn out how you think.
I can’t remember exactly when I took the first pregnancy test; I know it was a Wednesday and it was the end of November 2010. I had bought some pregnancy tests in and I wasn’t due to start my period for a couple of days, but I remember waking up and just thinking I was pregnant. I can’t explain why and I can’t remember what prompted me to think I was, maybe I had a dream. I was in work that day so I waited until I came home to take the test. I hadn’t told my husband because part of me thought I was being silly so he wasn’t even home. Of course, it was positive. I was over the moon and also incredibly nervous, I was so jittery until James came home and I could tell him face to face. I wasn’t sure how he would react and I think he knew as soon as I said I had something to tell him. It was smiles all round and we took another test to be sure. Even though this was something we both wanted nothing really prepared us for that positive result and it was so very early on that it was all quite surreal.
I think we waited maybe a week until I told my Mum and brother (complete shock) and James’ Mum and Dad (already suspected). I wanted to wait until 12 weeks to tell anyone else but of course it was right on top of Christmas and a few people were suspicious at the lack of wine in my hand! Just before Christmas I told my Nana and close family and our two close friends. Everyone was pleased; my favourite reaction was my Auntie who grabbed my arm and started crying, setting us all off. I had to tell my best friend over the phone and she was in utter shock, I think she drove over to see us that day! I had some spells of queasiness over the festive period and our usual New Years plans were re-arranged. Instead of cocktails we had a quiet night in; left alone to contemplate what the 2011 had in store for us.