When I found out I was pregnant with my first baby I was in shock. It took the whole 40 weeks to finally accept that THIS was really happening. Then another three weeks to finally see THIS happen. If I told you that my pregnancy was sunshine and lollipops it would be a lie. I was not expecting to ever have kids because that is what I was told for almost 6 years. I hadn’t planned for a family. I didn’t know what to expect. I was so unprepared.
I didn’t find out I was having a baby until I was three months pregnant. I had been in and out of the hospital for weeks complaining of severe pain and being worn out. Every time they would have me do a pregnancy test and as I would roll my eyes about the stupidity of the matter it would come back negative. We were in the military at the time and they have specific ways of handling appointments that can make it difficult to see a specialist. I lucked out and got a slot to plan for a hysterectomy.
“Can you pee in a cup for us?”
“No,” I thought, “Sure,” I said. I knew it was going to come back negative like all the others.
The doctor came back in the room and cautiously said, “I think this is positive.”
She held up the test. “It looks negative to me,” I retorted in a almost snotty “whatever” voice.
“Let’s go over to the other room and see.”
Here I am, alone at a doctor appointment to seal my motherhood fate and they are trying to tell me I might have to change my plans. They began the ultrasound…you know, the internal one. On the screen was a little peanut with a flicker. In all honesty I was dumfounded. The nurse and the doctor gushed about how exciting this news was and I had no emotion. I had a huge pit in my stomach. I honestly didn’t know what to do. How would I tell the man I married, my soul mate, the man I planned on never having kids with, the man that planned on never having kids with me that we were going to have a baby on the day before our one year anniversary?
“I figured,” he said with a big smile and he wrapped me in his arms when we just happened to meet accidentally in the hall.
I was sick the whole pregnancy. I ate cereal for almost every meal. By week 41 they realized I had a hormone level that was too high. They could have medicated me for it! At week 42 a doctor told me I needed to eat lean meats instead of Fruit Loops. That’s when I lost it. I stood up for myself.
“I won’t eat anything that doesn’t taste good coming back up and you can’t make me!” I probably had flames shooting from my eyes by then. He calmly gave in and walked away without another word about it.
I don’t recommend a diet of sugary cereal to anyone, but I also don’t recommend tomato sauce to a woman with morning sickness. We have to do what we need to do to take care of us in order to take care of our kids. My baby is one of the smartest kids in his class, he doesn’t like spicy food and he is very athletic. He is healthy and I brought all 10.2lbs and 2ft of him into this world naturally. I love him dearly. I even went on to have 3 more, so don’t be scared. Stay true to you and know who you are so when these outside sources don’t understand you will be ready.
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