God that feels so good to put into words.
Paul and I have been trying to get pregnant since September and every month it was the same- hope followed by disappointment. But this month was different, this month I wasn't even thinking of the possibility, especially since I scheduled an appointment with my GP to discuss the possibility of endometriosis or PCOS. I took the test on Monday to rule that possibility out- to tell the doctor that I had.
That extra pink line? Pretty much the most shocking thing in my entire life.
Paul was still asleep, completely unaware that I was even planning on taking a pg test. I took one look at him, called him out of sleep, stuck out my belly and said "Pregnant!" Like I had joked I was going to say months, and months before. Paul looked at me, blinking the sleep from his eyes. "Really?"
"For serious! We're gonna have a baby."
From there we launched into news sharing and excitement, screams from sisters and from in-laws and rewriting the plans we made for the next eight months to include the little person growing inside my belly. Paul desperately wants our baby to be a son- he's convinced that our person is a boy regardless of what the doctor's going to say. I don't really care though, as long as we have a healthy, happy baby gender doesn't matter at all.
And so I am writing this blog, for myself but also for my baby. That way, when our little person is born he or she will know with great certainty that he or she is loved, and wanted from the beginning. This is my love letter to my baby, blow by blow account of the struggles, joys, sacrifices, and love that all come with becoming a parent.
Which, for the record, I am so incredibly excited about :)