|Little Pookie only 9 weeks old|
Some (over share) history:
I started my period at the ripe age of 10 and it was not normal. Not once. Sometimes it was every 30 days, sometimes it came after 2 or 4 months. At the age of 17, after an unfortunate Orioles game where, because Aunt Flo surprised me yet again, we missed the whole first inning going to buy new underwear and tampons - I started birth control in order to experience some sort of schedule.
Another little bit of over share:
My period makes me a weepy, over-emotional mess. Birth control + my period makes me a weepy, over-emotional psychopath. I yell a lot and then cry about it. It's not pretty.
This summer in July I put the pills away and hoped to do a detox and maybe not experience such huge mood swings every month. I still wanted to lose 30 pounds before getting pregnant again and we weren't really sure it was the right time but I did it anyway for relief. (I also secretly hoped losing the drugs might help drop some pounds!)
Anyway, come September I was having some cramps and whatnot and thought I should take a test before
drinking heavily going to the beach the next week. I didn't tell Husband what I was doing I just went to the PX, bought the test, and took it in the public bathroom. It was negative and I cried. That's how I knew I was ready for another baby.
A week or so later Husband was out of town so Rowan and I visited my MIL at the beach and I woke up Sunday morning to those very familiar pregnant feeling of stabbing pains in my lady parts and aching in my thighs. I texted my husband something like, "dude if I'm not knocked up then I'm going to need an exorcism and medical intervention." That evening when I got home I took another home test and this one was positive. Cue the huge smile followed by intense nerves!
|I texted this to my husband with the comment, "aaaaaand there it is." |
Then apologized for being the most unromantic woman on Earth...maybe for Baby #3
I'll do something lovely and story-worthy.
So, for real, I will not begin to write solely about being pregnant. Write about a lot of things in my life that change related to being pregnant? Yeah, probably. We're gonna have to rearrange our house, introduce Rowan to the idea of a sharing her parents, I have lots of organizing and purging to do before this summer too...but I will not become annoying second time mom blogger that writes weekly updates and takes belly pictures. Swearsies.