Bun in the Oven
Hello beautiful people. I have some new information for all you Case of the Blonde readers. If the title did not give it away, I am pregnant! Holy moly am I excited, nervous, anxious, terrified, giddy, and about forty million other emotions. So as per usual, when I’m feeling this way … I write. Which I guess means I’m going to be doing a lot of writing during these next few months … hopefully. It won’t all be pregnancy related I promise. But, as things are changing, I figured I would walk all you lovely people through the early stages of my pregnancy.
So, let’s start from the beginning. But what counts as the beginning? The moment you decide you want to start trying? When you actually see those two lines on the pregnancy test? For me this journey began when my husband and I decided to try and have a baby. If you haven’t learned this about me yet … I am an anxious freak, who likes to have their life planned out, even though she knows it never EVER goes according to plan. So naturally, when I told Peter “let’s just try, no pressure” - THE . PRESSURE . WAS . ON. I sat for hours Googling the best prenatal vitamins, their ingredients, reviews, side effects, you name it. I got lost in the rabbit hole that is Google. Completely overwhelmed by the millions of options I began to psych myself out.. “If I can’t even choose what prenatal vitamin I want to take, how will I ever be a good mother ?!” … Completely logical conclusion right? Safe to say the hubbs had to diffuse the situation the next morning with a phone call to our doctor. Prenatal vitamin chosen. Step 1 - complete.
Step 2 - get to work, and to work we got. HI-HO-HI-HO. After months of trying and periods coming and going, it was time for Peter to head to Russia. Baby making was put on hold, and I was heart broken to say the least. With COVID and closed borders, there was no telling when we would see each other again. One month passed, then two, three, four and eventually after five we were reunited. Off to Russia I went.
You know how people always say you have to just let it happen, and it will happen when you aren’t trying to make it happen … and to those people you roll your eyes at their cliche comments …Well wouldn’t you know, those people were right. After five months apart we cared about nothing but being reunited … Within two weeks - I was pregnant.
December 27, I woke up just knowing. I waited for Peter to head to the rink, and then I scurried to the bathroom with the pregnancy tests I brought from back home. Yes, you read that correctly, I packed tests with me. Within a minute, two lines appeared and I was being told YOU’RE PREGNANT! Time could not move slower. I NEEDED to share this news. Peter was coming home in four hours, and these seemed to be the LONGEST four hours of my life. However, this also meant I had four hours to come up with how I was going to break the news to him … I figured it out in 5 minutes. Three hours and 55 minutes to go. Ughhhhh.
Finally, the hubby was home! Being the Christmas fiend that he is and it being just two days after Christmas, I told him I forgot to give him one of his stocking stuffers. I had him right where I wanted him muahaha . Like a little kid he ran to the stocking and reached for the Christmas napkin I wrapped the test in, opened it up slowly and gave me a look I will never forget. Oh and yes, the tears came - Side note, am I the devil for loving when my husband cries?? Him crying brings me so much joy … And I mean that in a good way, obviously not when it’s tears of sadness … except during a sad movie. Okay, I’m just digging myself into a deeper hole, I’ll stop now.
Shock and excitement lasted all day. Peter made me take a THIRD test to “make sure”. Once he was convinced, we patiently waited for our parents to wake up with the 10+ hour time difference to share the exciting news. I have watched these reveal videos with our parents far too many times. I highly recommend capturing these moments on video because they are such pure feel good memories.
So, there we have it. We were finally entering the next stage of our lives. Prepping to become parents and beginning the first trimester journey. That’s a post for (another time). With more tips and tricks, and less story telling. Now I’m off to go have a slice of pizza, because what baby wants, baby gets.
xx,
Sash