It’s a BABY! We are excited to announce that we will be a family of THREE come March. Little Laroche is set to arrive on…or before…or well after, March 14, 2015. Happy π-Day (Pi)!
Kevin and I are through the moon excited to enter into the next adventure in our lives and take on parenthood. I’ll be honest, pregnant-hood hasn’t been overly enjoyable but I know it could have been MUCH worse.
We were definitely trying to get pregnant but had no idea it would happen so quickly for us and braced ourselves for the weeks of trying. After some 12-hour-of-sleep nights and tummy rumbles in the middle of the night, I had a slight hunch those two little pink lines weren’t far off. I found out I was pregnant over Fourth of July weekend while Kevin was away camping! Mum was the word for two w-h-o-l-e two days! What made it worse, my Mom was visiting for the weekend so it was even harder to keep my trap shut (and not make it obvious I was avoiding all alcohol and sleeping 24/7). All worked out and I surprised (an expecting) Kevin when he arrived home.
Family and Friends have been so supportive (once we told them) that I could not ask for a better circle of people to be with us through this journey. The most fun so far has been surprising everyone with the news in different ways. We were on vacation in California when I was around 6-7 weeks and knew we were going to have to tell my family. Spending the days in Napa Valley and Breweries and “I’ll have a water please?” just seemed far too obvious. I had a rocky first trimester with a constant upset stomach but only got hit with that ever dreaded morning sickness once (the other two puke-sessions were due to my prenatal vitamin! I thought it was hell during it, but looking back, I had a pretty easy peasy first 12 weeks. Thank you little creature!
When those little pink lines came across the pregnancy test I almost died…SO many things flew through my mind I didn’t know what to focus on first. I expected tears, tears of joy, tears of scared as hell…just tears. None. I think I was in shock. Not to mention it was not what I had anticipated with the shower running before work on a Thursday morning, with no husband. I think there must have been 800 things run through my head that day, and I became scared. This shouldn’t have been a shock as we were obviously trying to get pregnant, but the thoughts just raced through my head. Am I ready for this? What if I do something wrong? Can I curl up on the couch the wrong way and hurt it? What if I eat something I shouldn’t have? I just had beer last night, what did I do? I’m not ready to be a parent. Maybe I don’t really want kids. I hope you all experienced these same doubts because I feel like they are normal. And to be honest, these doubts stayed with me for a good 3-4 weeks…in-between nausea and freak-out crying sessions. The infamous “I’d rather be recovering from another hip surgery” may have popped up a few times. You know how some women love being pregnant and some hate it? I was already on the “pregnancy is not for me” bandwagon and it was hard to jump off. But I smacked myself a few times and said, HELLO, this is what you wanted, you did this on purpose, you are ready and have been ready your whole life. It’s true. The crazy freak-outs subsided and I was ready to BE pregnant. Then came the “I”m going to gain HOW much weight?”. Oh hell no.
After we let the cat out of the bag at the 11/12 week mark, the love and support came rolling in even faster. We received cards and baby toys, offers for babysitting and hand-me-downs and any other support people could offer. It couldn’t be a more joyous time and we are so happy to be over the difficult times and ready for what is in store.
I hope I’m not the only one who has experienced these feelings and I’m sure I’m not. I just finished reading Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy and girl, if she can make it through so can I. I can’t wait to share all of the planning I have ahead of me and get advice from others on everything! Now, who’s ready for some belly pics!