Behind the happy Facebook post.
We had been trying for 6 months, and had experienced multiple early miscarriages. My body was exhausted, I had gained some very unwanted weight, and my hormone fluctuation was out of control.
It felt like I had spent the last 3 of those 6 months hiding from everyone and everything that wasn’t work or my partner.
And yet…I was still ridiculously happy. I guess that’s what happens when you are doing something right. My IT guy is the right one. He makes me laugh when I am miserable, and feel stunningly beautiful when I can’t stand the image in the mirror (somehow he still can’t keep his hands off me).
It was the holidays and I just wanted a break, so we weren’t trying that month. I was happily just taking Delta 8 gummies and being as lazy as possible,
We only had sex (Mitch laughs at me if I call it intercourse) once during the entire period of opportunity, and it wasn’t even on my radar.
But then, it was New Years week, and every time I hugged my kids or snuggled Mitchell in bed my boobs were on fire.
Then it was the weekend after New Years Eve (and one week after we had gotten engaged!) and the man was trying to do some sexy things in bed and it hurt so much I wanted to cry. He looks at me and goes “Do you think there’s just a chance you might be pregnant?”
So…we went and picked up some tests at Walgreens. I didn’t even want to take them. But when I had to pee at 4:00 in the morning, I decided it was time, and there it was.
A nice very loud confirmation that I had indeed spawned again. I was positive it wouldn’t last. But those sore boobs said something different. I had bought Mitch a shirt that said “My Jokes are Officially Dad Jokes” and woke him up to tell him the good news. He did not fully wake up however, and groggily congratulated me and fell back asleep. When he actually woke up much later in the day, he came up wearing the shirt, and was very excited and we shared a few moments that I will never forget. Some things can’t be put into words, but in that one day we became 3 instead of 2…or rather 5 instead of 4, and there was no going back.
Within 3 days, I popped so much I looked months along, and it seems to have no plans of going anywhere. Due to my body making it so obvious, we did end up sharing the news much earlier than we would have otherwise.
The girls were the first to know, that very weekend, and then my co-workers due to the fact my boobs were so big I couldn’t zip my winter coat.
I called my Mother to tell her, and texted the rest of my family. Met up with 2 of my closest friends and texted the 2 that I couldn’t connect with.
The big announcement was for his parents. This was their first grandchild, and one that they have been excited to finally have coming. I had bought them some coffee mugs on Amazon that said Grandma and Grandpa and we invited them over to brunch.
We handed them coffee when they arrived at our house and neither of them read the mugs! Once they did finally notice, happy tears and hugs were shared by everyone.
So, here we go, a new step in our relationship! A growing family, and a place no one who knew either Mitch or I when we first met, would have every imagined we would be.
Here’s to love, babies, sex and getting fat!~
xoxo
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