I was looking through old photos, well not really old, like from 3 years ago, I found a selfie I took of myself about 8 months pregnant. And it got me reminiscing about my pregnant days, more like months. So I thought it would be a good idea to write about it on my blog, for whatever reason. I thought that sharing my pregnancy experience with you all would be fun, I guess. So here goes. And mind you, if you are here for the perfect pregnancy story, where I love all the days of me being pregnant and how wonderful and magical it was and all that crap, well you ain’t gonna find that here in this blog.
During the course of this blog, you will be experiencing with me, one on one, the not so magical world of pregnancy. Including all the gruesome details, every single bit of it all the way up to the delivery day, but that’s a whole other story. And no, I’m not going to leave anything out. This is uncensored content. I think most men reading this are out by now. If you are a man and you are still here, thou art brave brother. Now get comfy, sit in your favourite chair, or lie on your bed under the covers, make yourself a hot cup of coffee or tea, whichever you prefer, because this is going to be a bit long. So without further adue , this is my pregnancy story.
16th August 2015, The best night of my life. My wedding night. It couldn’t have been any better. We had a great day. Our families dropped us off at our appartment, took a few pictures, lots of hugs and kisses, then finally, we were alone. Our first night together in our brand new appartment begins. We were the happiest we had ever been that night. We could not wait to begin our next chapter together as a married couple. We have been waiting for this for so long. The rest of the night went as you would expect a newlywed’s night would go. And at the glorious dawn of the 17th of August 2015, and yes, that’s just a couple of hours after our magical night together, my daughter was conceived. Well at the time we obviously didn’t know it yet, that would be about a month from now.
So as any newlyweds, we commenced our honeymoon. Please don’t be imagining tropical islands and blue seas and and romantic getaways, because you’ll just be disappointed. Although in all fairness, I told you at the beginning that you weren’t going to find anything perfect and fairy tale like in this blog. No, we spent the first two weeks of our marriage at home. Now don’t get me wrong, we were so happy. We just loved each other’s company. We loved that finally we were together and could spend days together, just us, no one else around. And of course there was all the love making. I wish I could go back to those two weeks. Oh, I do wish I could. Not your picture perfect honeymoon but I loved spending every minute of my day with him. Having him all to myself. Okay I’m straying off here. Back to being pregnant.
So on the third week, we did end up finally going on a honeymoon. For 4 days, but my oh my, what an amazing 4 days those were. I’m drooling over my keyboard right now just thinking about it. So on our last day there, my tummy was really upset. I had this weird stomachache and I was just tired. I felt like throwing up and didn’t have any breakfast that morning. By now my husband was sure I was pregnant. He had been teasing me about it it for the past two days. He had a feeling that I was pregnant. He kept telling me this and I would tell him to stop talking about it. I just wasn’t ready yet. And, you guessed it, I was pregnant.
We found out for sure when I was a month pregnant. I had another stomachache after we returned from our honeymoon, so my husband decided we should go check it out. So we went to the doctor’s and she confirmed my husband’s hopes and my greatest fears. I was a month pregnant.
Being totally honest here, my husband was ecstatic, me on the other hand, not so much. I just wasn’t excited bye the idea of it. I thought we would have some time together alone, doing whatever we wanted, whenever, and I knew that by having a baby, we wouldn’t. At the same time, I was glad my husband was happy. At least one of us was. He could pick me up when I was down.
A woman’s pregnancy is divided into three trimesters, right? So I’m going to take you through each trimester, with all the mixed feelings, mood swings, brain malfunctions, weird sleeping patterns, body changes, appetite, health issues and you name it.
First Trimester. The first month had almost passed with me not even realising I was pregnant, so that was probably the best month of the eight I still had ahead of me. The second month was still okay I guess. A little bit of morning sickness but not anything awful.
Third month comes by and I’m still thinking this is not so bad. I just felt tired and had some spotting but that was it. WRONG. Oh was I so wrong. Then as the third month comes to an end, I start feeling not so great. I couldn’t sit down bent over for long periods. Every few minutes I had to lie back. Eating was not so great either. I was almost always nauseous. I started having heartburn and acid reflux. All The Time. Now that lasted with me throughout the remainder of my pregnancy. Just imagine having heartburn, every single day for about 6 months and not being able to sleep because of it.
And that wasn’t all. I was always out of breath. Couldn’t clean my home without having to stop and lay down because I was spotting. Couldn’t go for walks because my doctor feared for the baby not being stable. Couldn’t go out. Couldn’t do anything. Not Fun.
And how could I forget .. all the drowsiness. I was sleepy everyday, the whole day for about 2 months. I just wanted to sleep all the time. No matter how hard I tried, I could not keep my eyes open. I would fall asleep and wake up not knowing where, when or how I even dozed off. Oh, magical times.
The only thing I loved about it was how my husband was treating me. He was so understanding and supportive. He could tell when I was tired and he would give me these warm, long hugs that just melted away all my pains and I just felt whole with him holding me in his arms. My whole day was about that moment, when he came home from work, smiled at me the sweetest smile, kissed me all over my face until I chuckled, then he would bend down and hug me oh so tightly. Oh, how I loved those hugs. He would tell me that he would forget about all his troubles once he hugged me. Oh how I wish he would hug me again like that just for once. Just once.
And with that romantic ending, so does my first trimester. Now my second trimester had some mixed feelings, but you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow to read all about it.
Stay tuned for Part 2 of my Pregnancy Story.